Sunday, July 13, 2003

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Cosmic Justice for This Childhood Picky Eater Background: I grew up as a confirmed picky eater. Some people would might even say I am still one, though at the very least, I have improved markedly. Firm in the belief that picky eaters are, at least in large part, made not born, I resolved not to make that mistake with my own children. It's a constant battle, but we are doing reasonably well with them. But some of their friends are another story. We had a double-sleepover last night, with a friend of our son and a friend of our daughters spending the night. We knew they were picky, but they said they liked omelettes. One of my specialties. So, for breakfast, I made a sausage-and-cheese omelette, with bacon and extra sausage on the side. Guess what? They don't like bacon and sausage. Their idea of an omelette is just eggs and cheese. As a veteran picky eater, I suggested they pick out the offending bits. No doing. They didn't eat a bite. Beth wound up making them cinammon toast. The boy asked for orange juice. But he rejected the orange juice served because it had pulp. But I can only complain so much, because this is cosmic justice. As I told Beth, as a child, I insisted my own mother strain my orange juice! (I don't think they sold pulp-free OJ back then). As a side note, I believe kids are generally getting pickier. What with all the restaurant meals and lack of home-cooking. I'm not sure that, by today's standards, I would be so far outside the norms of pickiness. Not that that represents progress! 10:45:50 AM    comment []