Ah those days before children. I lived in Manhattan and my dining choices ranged from Korean to African to Indian to Malaysian cuisine and I could go on. And I did. I ate them all gleefully.
Fast forward to three children. I find myself eating at Chili’s. At Wendy’s. At Taco Bell. Listen I’m really not a food snob but I enjoy wonderful, different ethnic and healthy food so this stuff gets so rough.
Most nights I cook for all. Some nights we are rushed, like tonight, so I made the kids dinner early. I always give them a protein, carb, veggies and fruit all on the plate. Usually nuggets, mac n cheese, mini pizzas, or grilled cheese, etc on nights I’m not cooking for us all. They ate well and then raced outside to enjoy this beautiful evening while the hubs texted me to order some Thai food!
Though I did say I usually eat healthily, I love to indulge in vegetarian pad thai. (Hubs loves beef pad see yu. We both love tom yam goong soup.) So later I’m eating the pad thai, and my son, Mr. I eat calamari now, starts nosing around my plate.
And 3 seconds later, I no longer had a dinner to consume.
I mean he literally inhaled the dish…to where I had to annoyingly, in the way only mothers can, caution him to take it easy and slow it down.
As he graduates to some of the more interesting foods out there, I hope he takes his sisters with him. Meanwhile I will continue to fantasize about eating African food once again!
Do your kids eat any fancy foods?