I swear TO GOD that one of these days I am going to start a new, second, supplementary blog. And in this special side blog, I will record recipes. Fun, yummy, to-die-for recipes.
Recipes for all the things I’ve made in my life that were FREAKIN’ DELICIOUS, that my kids refused to eat.
That way, you all can test the recipes yourselves, verify that they are indeed fantastic, and then confirm that my children are, indeed, nuts.
This evening we had my famous Secret Ingredient Lentils, for which I am almost internationally known. They’re fantastic, and you know what the secret ingredient is? Just between you and me? It’s ketchup. Totally kid-friendly!
And did anyone under the age of 37 want to try it? No, they did not.
But you know, lentils are kind of weird looking and I was a kid once too, so I could maybe understand the fear and the tightly closed mouths.
So I paired the lentils with a fantastically moist, lip-smackingly good Applesauce Bread. Seriously, I could have lived on it.
Naturally I had to force them to even try it. Because weird foods like bread are scary. And then after one miniscule bite each, they declared it vile, foul, barely even qualifying as food.
Thank goodness we had that third kid. Little Miss Sunshine doesn’t know what the words “blech” and “yuck” mean yet, so she did not succumb to the obvious peer pressure. She ate a whole slice of Applesauce Bread, and then polished off Gal Smiley’s picked-at piece as well.
Oh, and last Friday? I made myself a serving of roasted asparagus, just a small amount because I’m the only one in the family who likes it. The older two kids had a gag-fest at the smell. Little Miss Sunshine got mighty pissed off that she didn’t have any on her tray.
Are those kids even related?
I eventually gave the Little Miss a piece of asparagus because I couldn’t stand the whining — it’s like having a begging dog under the table. I’m sure I don’t even have to tell you that she ate that sucker. And she doesn’t even have any teeth yet! That is determination.
Oh, and at the same meal? She insisted that I let her have some corn. ON THE COB. And did she get it off the cob, even though she has no teeth at all in her wee little mouth? YOU KNOW IT.
While the other two took a bite each of their half-cob and whined that they were totally, totally, totally full and could not possibly eat anything else until five minutes later when they were both asking for chips.
Little Miss Sunshine — don’t ever change!