Fickle. Just a little bit.

Talking about how fussy your kids are at eating is the great leveler of parenting. Those with kids who hoover anything know they are blessed and rarely crow about this most delicious of victories for fear it will all come tumbling down over something being green, too spicy, too brown, too thick, too orange or too hard.

I have one fussy eater. The air eater Jasper. He was such a good eater. Until he was 2. That kid lived on white bread and mayonnaise sandwiches for the better part of three years.

But when we start baring down in this concept of fussy I realise this family is kicking it out of the park.

Oscar will literally eat anything that isn’t bolted down except if it is spicy. Currently the favourite (except we’re seriously considering locks on the fridge and pantry to cease his dawn raids. True story.).

Felix will similarly fight you for food but doesn’t like saucey things like casseroles. He does however love a curry so that rule is clearly made to be broken. He hates risotto. He doesn’t care for peas but will eat them if pressed. Mushrooms are also not preferred.

It’s easier to list the foods Jasper does eat than the ones he doesn’t but lets just say anything green is out. EXCEPT he loves pesto. I swear to God these kids are solely on this earth to fuck with my mind.

Grover doesn’t like pizza, lasagne or spaghetti bolognese. He clearly missed Child Palate 101. He is dubious of most foods but ends up eating them because there are only so many nights a week you can eat an apple for dinner.

It was wandering around my local Woollies tonight that I realised while I will eat anything and a bucket load of it, I too am fairly pernickety about what I will and will not eat. While I like eggplant that’s been thinly sliced and chargrilled or deepfried in a fiery szechuan sauce I can not abide by it in chunk form. Similarly I struggle with zucchini and any form of squash. Asian greens except for Chinese Broccoli – in which the stem is the best bit – are simply vile. I can’t really come at smoked salmon but finely diced and mixed through cream cheese with shallots on sandwiches and I’m your gal. I’m really not a fan of casseroles and view the best part of them being the entire loaf of bread you consume “mopping up the juices”. And really this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Chef hates capsicum to the point at one restaurant he created a menu that had no capsicum on it anywhere.

So really, it’s quite something I get any dinner onto the table at all.

Happy Easter all.

 

Onward.

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