[Two posts in one day? What can I say? I’m on a roll this week.]
I have spent years defending my son’s eating habits. Primarily telling people his isn’t a picky eater. He has been known to refuse a bowl of mac and cheese or a ham sandwich, and he isn’t much for chili or chocolate. Even his father struggles making dinners he will eat sometimes (and Kevin is a great cook). I was getting tired of throwing together a different meal for Alder after not cooking dinner a few weeks ago so I decided to make a list for the fridge door to remind us what Alder will eat. Funny thing with this list, it is long, really long. It is also very healthful, sure he likes hot dogs occasionally (though he usually requests brats instead) and in a pinch if we’re traveling he will eat chicken tenders, what he really wants is vegetables, more vegetables, and a little meat. Oh and don’t forget the pasta. It is safe to say if it is a vegetable and it has been steamed or sauteed with garlic he will be in heaven.
He is pretty aware of how healthy different foods are. When he was three and we were passing a McDonald’s he asked me why people went there if it just made them fat and sick. Even with vegetables he really rather eat from the farmer’s market, he likes knowing the farmer who grew them, or from our own garden. If he had his way, and we had the bank account, we’d being eating meat the same way. So we spend days processing foods for our freezer in August and supplement with some fresh ones as well.
What other people see as picky is really a kid who doesn’t like kid foods (with the exception of peanut butter and jam sandwiches), he doesn’t like the Midwestern casseroles, and he isn’t too keen on anything doused in sauce. Guess what, if we ate what he likes everyday we would be a lot healthier (says the woman sitting here with the cup of coffee and brownie).
And as he likes to remind me, if there is soy sauce in the house then everything is okay.