As part of our ongoing effort to help our picky eater expand his palate, we tried a new experiment this week: Let the six-year-old make the dinner. He happily embraced the idea and came up with a meal plan and a shopping list almost immediately. The shopping trip was moderately successful, with a little prodding from Mom, and we ultimately left with a cart full of good and semi-good stuff (he picked out a cake mix and frosting but we didn’t have time to make it).
According to the menu he wrote up, we were to be served bacon sandwiches, mini hot dogs, and some assortment of fruits and vegetables. In the actual implementation, we had two separate platters: The first one had a nice spread of bacon on sourdough baguettes, pigs-in-a-blanket, and carrots and celery sticks. The second platter offered tomatoes, peppers, blueberries, and raspberries, served around a small bowl of…sauteed onions? His choice, so it’s all good, right?
In the end, we got at least a rainbow’s worth of nutrients, the kid had a great time, and we got a chance to hear this gem of an exchange:
Older brother: Here, try some of this celery.
Younger brother: I don’t like celery.
Older brother: How can you know you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it?
Oh, how that sentence will come back to haunt him. Seems like he’ll have a few more opportunities to try it out at least: He’s volunteered to make dinner for the rest of the week.