My brother never liked eating bread crusts. I remember my mother once picking up his plate after a meal, revealing a ring of crusts he had managed to remove from his sandwich, and then had tucked discretely underneath his plate. He really thought he had her snookered.
There was a time when my daughter decided she wanted a meal that was all white. I really don’t recall what we had beyond cauliflower, bread, and milk. But the fact that she ate cauliflower really stands out. Oh yes—white cheddar mac and cheese. I just called her and she started laughing when I said the words, “white dinner.”
My daughter has never been one to eat a lot of candy, chocolate in particular, which caused me to ponder whether she had been switched at birth. Not that I’m a candy fiend, but I do like my sugar on occasion.
Throughout my own life, there have been times when even the thought of eating cucumbers would make me gag; mushrooms were the devil; beer was nasty; and that I despised the taste of coconut. Slowly but surely I have made my way around to the opposite, beer being the mighty last to fall. It prompted my husband to look at me and say “who are you?” when I ordered a Belgian beer at a recent dinner out.
My dad can’t eat mac and cheese due to his experiences eating way too much of it (and made poorly too) during his time in the war. My mom won’t eat sushi.
We all have our little idiosyncrasies related to food. It’s not necessarily a problem; it’s just personal taste.
But when textures, smells, and appearance play a huge challenge in feeding your child (as one of our MNP Facebook followers mentioned online), and they accept less than 20 foods into their diet, it’s time to work on changing that behavior. We have a good article, Picky Eaters & Problem Feeders, to help you start that process, beginning on page 36.
I remember my mother saying that when I was growing up, the kids next door to us were always eating very healthful sandwiches with sprouts and lots of other crunchy vegetables, while all her kids would consider eating were bologna sandwiches on white bread, or a plain Oscar Meyer hot dog. She’d shake her head, and wish she could change our proclivities. So, hey mom, this issue’s dedicated to you.