There Is Hope for Her Taste Buds
The goddess…she is picky.
A picky eater, that is.
Most nights, she doesn’t eat the same dinner as her mother and I do, because there’s something she doesn’t like about it, usually something to do with the seasoning. It’s too spicy. Or too sour. Or too chewy. Or it has too many green bits (oregano or basil flakes, usually) on it. She usually declares this after sticking the tip of her tongue to a bite of the food and holding it there for all of a quarter of a second. (This post from earlier in the year, recycled from one of my other blogs, will give you a better idea of the battles over food around here.)
So, we are reduced to having to put aside a portion of the meat to be cooked outside of whatever seasonings or sauces we are using…with only oil and salt to ready them for her belly, and figure out some alternate vegetable for her to eat out of the three she will tolerate. Or I have to cook angel hair pasta and serve it to her slathered in soy sauce.
We have despaired over this for years, particularly when we visit someone else’s house for dinner and dread her not eating what’s on her plate or making her dissatisfaction known by too much scrunching of the face. We have spent so many years having to be careful to only go to restaurants with kids’ menus.
We’ve stopped catering to that to some extent in recent months. If we want to go to the Indian restaurant for dinner, and she doesn’t want to eat the chicken tandoori because it’s red and therefore spicy (even though in reality it’s simply roasted chicken and isn’t spicy at all)…well, she can order some nan (Indian fried flat bread) and munch on that.
However, I give credit where it is due, and there are signs that her taste buds are starting to mature. When we went to get our first pier fries (crinkle cut french fries) of the season in Old Orchard Beach this year, and again the second time, she demanded that we slather them not only in salt but also vinegar, which is a substance she didn’t want a drop of on her fries last year. When we go to the Mexican restaurant, she now ignores half of the chicken fingers she orders to raid my carnitas (heavily seasoned and marinated, though not spicy, pork). When we went to a barbecue place tonight, she had ribs and loved them. More importantly, she had a bite of corn bread and liked it, and munched heavily on the homemade potato chips, which were thoroughly seasoned with the same dry rub used on the ribs. A few months ago, she would have declared the chips “spicy” (even though they aren’t) and spit them out with all the drama of an opera diva.
Progress is being made. One day, perhaps soon, we might be able to enjoy dim sum together. Or lobster with clam chowder. Perhaps some enchiladas.
Not today perhaps, but soon.
Her tongue has started to grow up with the rest of her.
In the interests of full disclosure, that is me at our dinner table in that first photo, but I don’t know if I was actually even upset about anything, much less her eating habits specifically. I don’t know why I’m holding my head. I don’t even remember our 7-year-old taking this shot this winter, though she did. Goddess of photography, she is not, but it’s not terrible. (Also, it is her Disney kids’ camera that took this shot). The second photo was taken by me and my iPhone, and really was our first pier fries of this year. The box overflows when you get them before tourist season begins.
Posted on April 18, 2013, in Reverencing the little goddess and tagged dinner, eating, meals, picky. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
When we were kids, my sister used to drive me CRAZY with this stuff. Though if I’m to be honest, I must admit that it was at least partly my mother’s fault. Dad would bring out something we’d never tried before. Mom would immediately proclaim her dislike for it. And Mel would refuse to try it…then say she had it at Ashley’s. She spent one night at Ashley’s when she was 6, but in that one night, she tried steak, lobster, carrot cake, Buffalo chicken, every Chinese dish known to man, olives, mushrooms, Spanish rice…you get the idea. Lol.
Well, that was quite the feast *chuckle* … my kid still needs to work on her own excuse-justifying skills, too. It’s funny, though, how much she dislikes veggies overall and has been slow to try things. We have a pretty broad palate in this family and we regularly shop at farmer’s markets around here. Several of the farmers know her by name and yet she’d eat processed junk food and bacon all day long. lol