Living Life with the World’s Smallest Food Critic

I have never claimed to be a great cook, I’m moderate to good on my best days, and I am the first to admit I have had some epic failures in the kitchen. One dish that comes to mind as completely atrocious is spaghetti pizza, pasta on top of crescent roll dough; it was mushy, heavy, and disgusting. I have learned from my mistakes in the past few years and I have a recipe box filled with several standby’s that get us through weekly dinners. Occasionally though I like to branch out, especially now that we are eating healthier and Mason eats most everything that we do. With that said, almost everything I have made the child has ended up on the floor, in my face, or a delightful combination of the two at one time or another. Something that he loves one day is like kryptonite the next; he can even turn on me in the middle of the meal.

A few weeks back we had a few fresh strawberries left in the fridge and I thought, why not make a fresh strawberry puree and put it into homemade pancake batter. It was great, just enough strawberry flavor, light, and fluffy (those were my thoughts at least). Mason threw them on the floor after one pretend bite and after a 15 minute long battle he ended up eating a bowl of cold peas, for breakfast. For supper last night I wanted to try a Middle Eastern dish called Falafel which you put into pita pockets. It is an aromatic combination of chick peas, garlic, cumin, steamed broccoli, and olive oil all ground up into a paste and formed into little patties that I baked in the oven. We then put them into our whole wheat pitas, topped with a Greek yogurt cucumber sauce and dug in, or I did at least. Mason actually put up a good effort, eating an entire Falafel patty, but it was my husband that this time acted like the child. One tiny bite into the pita (not even breaking into the Falafel) and he tapped out. He gave me a look and I knew I would be fixing him a pizza, just my luck.

I have had a breakthrough on the Mason front; I’ve realized as long as the child can dip his food in something, anything really, he will eat it. I’ve gave him nectarines dipped in plain yogurt, bread dipped in applesauce, broccoli dipped in homemade cheese sauce, and of course the go to for all children, hot dogs dipped in ketchup. As long as he can “dip it dip it” as he likes to say, he will clean his plate. I know that I have many years of uphill battles ahead of me and if I can at least get the food under control I might have a fighting chance!