Dear fussy kids
I remember a time when you happily sat in your highchair, eating lovingly pureed parsnips and tomatoes were eaten instead of eyed with suspicion.
A time when you ate near enough whatever was put in front of you.
So what happened? Eh!?! You tell me.
As the years have rolled by, there’s been a steady adding to the list of something or other.
Onions, cabbage, spinach, have all been ditched.
Not to mention the fact that what one likes, the other steadfastly refuses to acknowledge which narrows down the teatime dishes some what.
One likes cottage pie, one doesn’t.
One likes chilli con carne, one doesn’t.
I suppose I should be grateful for the fact there is some mutually respected dishes such as fish pie, Sunday roasts, and pasta bake.
Carrots, broccoli, peas, sweetcorn, cauliflower.
We’ve made a small breakthrough in the fact that youngest now loves mushrooms and sprouts after trying them.
Now if we can get the eldest to actually try new foods instead of looking like you’re trying to poison him, or doing the dying swan act if by some small miracle he actually gets it from fork to mouth.
THEN we can get the bunting out and have a party. Or something.
You know what?
Tonight we’re having pearl barley and vegetable casserole. I can pretty much guarantee that there’ll be at least one ingredient in there that someone will decide to moan over.
Well, tough boobles.
We had Mcdonalds last night, tonight I’m bringing on the home cooking.
Take it or leave it.
Just remember to leave your whines at the door of Café Hard Cheese before you enter.
As you were….