The Picky Eater
February 22, 2008
I guess every family has one. The child who seemingly exists on air. This is mine.
I swore that I would never be the parent who forced their child to sit at the table and eat food they hated. And I don’t. But every once in awhile I insist that he just takes a bite. FOR. THE. LOVE. OF. ALL. THINGS. HOLY. Just take one bite. Just one.
This was a chicken curry with sweet potatoes and coconut rice. He likes chicken. He likes sweet potatoes. He likes rice. But somehow when they all were place upon his plate at one time they were offensive. Perhaps the most offensive meal that has ever been thought of. Well, aside from spaghetti sauce. And uncooked broccoli. And onions. And whatever food has fallen from grace lately.
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