- All juice is concentrated and needs to be diluted.
- Quinoa is couscous. Bulgar is couscous. Every grainy side dish type thing is couscous. Because they like couscous.
- For my niece there was only "chicken". Thanks to her we never had "turkey", not even at Thanksgiving.
- At our house chicken is chicken but pork and beef are "meat"
- In a story that is now family lore, my nephew once demanded "fruit". After many offers of everything from oranges to kumquats, it turned out that "fruit" was cherries.
- Frozen yogurt is ice cream (actually I think that's kind of true).
- Yogurt is pudding.
- Gnocchi is pasta.
Now, even though I'm too lazy to be "sneaky" doesn't mean I don't want my picky kids to eat better. I also want us to eat less meat. But I don't want us to eat pasta every night (though I can think of one person in our house who'd be totally cool with that). So, maybe you can guess where I'm going with this...TOFU!
Some months ago I found a recipe for tofu and thought maybe maybe maybe I could get the kids to eat it. It was a) fried and b) had sugar in the marinade, so I had reason be hopeful. So I bought a block 'o tofu and made sesame tofu sticks. And put them on the polar bear plate and the tiger plate, put those plates in front of their respective owners and waited. Naturally I was asked "what's for dinner". (Do all kids do this even when the food is on the plate in front of them?) But what was for dinner? Was it "chicken"? "Meat"? I couldn't believe I hadn't thought up an answer the whole damn time I was cooking. So you know what I said? "It's tofu". And you know what else? They ATE IT!!!!!* But I still lie plenty. Though it is good to know you can sometimes get away with the truth.(*Okay, I admit I brag a little about the fact they will eat tofu but I figure I've earned the right to tout this triumph in the face of innumerable food failures past and present. Molly's food hang-ups could fill a long and very depressing book. She only drinks apple juice, eats exactly the same thing for breakfast every day, won't eat pasta with any kind of sauce, won't eat most meat, won't eat apples with skin, won't eat eggs...the list goes on and on. )
Another great post, Liz: well said. Your mind is definitely "limber".
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If I could pronounce quinoa I might disagree with you calling it couscous. I can pronounce couscous. And I recently discovered it is excellent for breakfast... couscous with raisins, apricots and almonds with some brown sugar too. (we ate a vegan coffee shop in Falstaff Arizona) PS great post!
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