Dimitri > wrote in message
...
> I have a "picky eater" in the family - well several. However
> since he was a little boy (now 8) he loved Pesto go figure.
> Can't stand Mickey Dee's hamburgers or any burger for
> that matter.
>
> The latest? Mix his pesto with TJ'S Alfredo sauce.
>
> Then there's Kate who eats anything and who was a Rib queen
> since she was 3 or 4.
>
> You?

The daughter-units were pretty good through most of their childhoods, with
minor skirmished based on color of a particular item (green, red, and orange
provided the best screaming fits at different times), or said item like
carrots were "ewwed" at school during snack time. All skirmishes were due to
peer suggestions after they started school, often at snack time or lunch. I
always met those moments head-on. They ate or didn't but I would not cater
to their fickle tastes based on someone else's likes and dislikes.
Daughter-unit Alpha was the strongest-willed, more than capable of simply
doing without if necessary. Later, the three started enjoying pasta of any
shape, style, and color. That was great because they could make their own
afternoon snacks and I didn't have to watch them after a while. Rice was
also an afternoon staple.

The week I watched my nephew, It's Not My Fault (INMF), I was forwarned that
he didn't eat many of the strange foods we enjoyed. My SIL thought she might
provide me a menu of what to make him so he could "join us" during meals. I
don't know who she was talking about but INMF never said a word and always
came back for thirds or fourths. It was like the kid'd never eaten prior. He
was particularly fond of country style pork ribs, spiced up extra hot. My
BIL was shocked because INMF didn't eat like that at their home. <shrug>

One of my nieces is now an avowed vegetarian now thanks to her PE teacher
showing the PETA film. I'll make vegetarian dishes for her easily enough
when she comes over but there are too many carnivores in Clan Ranger for me
to make a complete vegetarian meal.

The Ranger
--
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving
safely, in an attractive and well-preserved body. Rather one should skid in
sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used
up, totally worn out while screaming 'WOO HOO! What a ride!'"
-- Anonymous