When I was growing up, mom cooked dinner and fixed our plates, and we ate what was on our plates. Unless we could sneak it to the dog and not get caught. Too bad the dog didn't like broccoli.
My husband and I agreed when we had kids that we wouldn't force them to eat things they didn't like. Now I wonder, just how stupid were we?
We should have made the kids at least TRY more foods they claimed they didn't like. But we were young, and we thought we knew better than our parents. We didn't force them to try things. As they got older, we offered them choices. This practice became more ingrained as the kids became involved in sports. We either ate fast food on the way home from games, or we ate whatever we could find when we got home. Sometimes we had breakfast for dinner.
Now I realize we have created monsters. Son and daughter, for the most part, don't like the same foods. If we fix something one likes, the other one is mad. We try to alternate, but it's not always easy to do. And that means we are fixing two meals on nights everyone is home -- something we swore we would never do.
Not that I'm anxious for my kids to grow up and move out -- well, sometimes I am -- but Hubby and I are looking forward to the day we can cook food we like and enjoy complaint-free meals!
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