Comments on: Garbage in, garbage out

By: pixielation

pixielation — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 15:50:12 +0000

White bread toast. Slathered in butter, melting gently. No nutritional value, and yet sooooo yummy.

I remember my childhood – it was my brother who wouldn’t eat. My parents tried cajoling, shouting, forcefeeding, re-serving the same meal, and then eventually gave up and let him eat vegemite sandwiches.

He’s 35 now, and pretty much won’t eat anything adventurous.

By: Katie @ Can't Get There From Here

Katie @ Can't Get There From Here — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 20:45:25 +0000

I am with you on the whole “Really? Fight about food?” thing. I think sometimes it gets to the point where I take issue with my picky eater’s tantrum, not the fact that it’s about food. I’d have chosen that battle no matter what it was over. Ya know?

By: Sarah

Sarah — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 18:02:31 +0000

I also have a picky eater. He is now 11 and has grown out of some things. MY GOD…about two years ago he began to eat pizza and hamburgers! He used to turn his nose up if pancakes were a shade too dark or too light. AND he would otherwise only eat chicken nuggets. In NUGGET form ONLY! As he got older we adopted the rule “if you don’t like it you don’t eat”. It’s not worth the battle. My husband always says if he is hungry enough he’ll eat.

By: lucidkim

lucidkim — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 18:01:15 +0000

I want to add that mostly I just don’t make food a battle – and I’m the mom who *will* make something else or something special for the kid who doesn’t like what everyone else is having. I’m glad for those who became “adventurous” eaters b/c their parents insisted they eat whatever was served…my mom did the same and all it created in me was a lifetime of resentment for not being respected when I said “I don’t like it, I don’t want to eat it.” The battle over the french toast was not something I’ve repeated…but like I said, that wasn’t about the food.

By: lucidkim

lucidkim — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 17:53:43 +0000

Yes, have had my own versions of wafflegate…not as much because they won’t eat it exactly – but the reason why they won’t eat it. If they hate it – I get that – I hated lots of food as kid too – but when they refuse to eat something they normally like (or like when SOMEONE ELSE COOKS IT) and turn their nose up b/c of a dab of unmelted butter (say) – it is a battle of wills instead of food…and sometimes I just refuse to lose. French toast still brings back ugly memories at our house. That’s all I can say about that…

By: Leah

Leah — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 14:54:16 +0000

Ellyn Satter all the way, man! Anyone who does not enjoy food battles w/ their kids should check out Child of Mine by Ellyn Satter-it will make things so much easier. When my 4yo daughter looks at her plate and says she doesn’t like whatever it is, I say in a neutral tone that it’s fine, she doesn’t have to eat anything she doesn’t want to. I don’t make something else, but am sure the meal includes a reliably liked food such as bread/butter or pasta-and I let it go. It’s that simple. You’ll never battle w/ your child over food again…

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 14:39:04 +0000

@Sonia

that sounds awful! When I was young, it was totally a “we eat as a family” approach – as in if someone was terribly opposed to say, pot pie, then it just wasn’t part of the family dinner menu. Knowing the rest of the family was “sacrificing” to support your perspective really helped keep dramatics to a min.

But my Dad’s 1st family – the ex did what your stepfather did with a cruel twist. Kids would get “kiddie” food – cheap, boiled, processed meats. And when Dad came home from work, after kiddos in bed, he would get “adult” food – steaks, etc – and a report of who didn’t eat their food. Dad didn’t know what crappy food they were getting, and the kids thought that the reason for crapfest was Dad. Real nice, huh?

30 years later, this came to light due to a jealous comment made by a sibling about how Dad had changed over the years.

By: Sonia

Sonia — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 05:55:54 +0000

Oh. GAWD. Food battles, OY! I get it from the kid perspective though, having grown up with the Joan Crawford of stepfathers. Chicken potpies. I cannot even look a PHOTO of one without gagging. EVERY. Single. Night. He made me one for dinner while my mom worked, and he ate a juicy steak (my fav!) in front of me. I had to stay at the table until he was done, then I got stuffed in the corner on a chair until bedtime, and in the morning……wait for it……the potpie was waiting for me cold for breakfast. I tried, I really did. But to my 9 year old palate, it was vegetables swimming in snot gravy. I barfed every time I took the tiniest bite.
My own kid HAAAAATES spaghetti. And has sensory issues, so he can’t even see spaghetti on someone else’s plate 6 tables away in a restaurant without gagging up his spleen. But I get it, so there’s no WAY I’d force him to eat spaghetti. Now, he loves waffles. If he did the same thing Riley did over the butter, you can bet your sweet ass I’d park that little shit at the kitchen island until that whole waffle was down the hatch. ;)

By: H

Wed, 03 Feb 2010 02:00:38 +0000

I had Livergate when I was young. My mom forced me to sit at the table until I ate all the liver. She should have seen this coming – knowing how stubborn I am. I waited and waited for her to back down. She didn’t. So I had a bite of liver, a drink of milk, a bite of liver, a drink of milk, and so on and so on and so on….until I barfed liver and milk all over the table. She’s never admitted it, but I think she regretted Livergate!

By: Maggie

Maggie — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 00:00:08 +0000

I always think your posts are hilarious, but this: MO SASSAGE PEEZE. TANK YOU…. I am DYING here.