Originally Posted by
Visconti
Looks good, though can't even pronounce this, let alone know where it is!
Hahaha....My mother always believed in a balanced diet and would always force me to finish my veggies before I could leave the dinner table. Being the youngest of a rather large family, I was the only one who had an issue with veggies--I just hate their taste. The only foods I ever found palatable were primarily steak & chops (poultry was ok and I treated fish like veggies), and this had gotten drawn out during so many evenings, my father got so tired of my whining, he just made an executive decision and declared, "ok, just leave him alone, he's not changing." From one "monster" to another, my compliments to your 6 year old!
PS - The best part, my father hated veggies too! LOL
I love this story - I was the youngest by far, and my parents massively enabled my picky eating by carrying around an ice chest full of yogurt and milk to restaurants. Vegetables - no way! Meat - no way! I didn't eat a burger until I was 18. My close family did not care to fight, but darn did it cause fights with extended family during holidays - probably why I dislike holidays now and spend them traveling, enjoying the foods I want to eat.
On that note, dinner last night was a muffin full of Oreos and chocolate chunks: