Passover and the Picky Eater
Monday night starts the most dreaded week on my calendar. And not just because it’s Spring Break from school and I have no childcare. People, it’s Passover. Passover + Picky Eater = Tsuris. Major tsuris. Let’s look at the very-short list of my son’s favorite, I’ll-eat-em-any-time foods, shall we? I’ll boldface the ones that are ...Keep Reading
Banana Split with Friendly’s Peanut Butter Sauce
Friendly’s holds a certain nostalgia value for my husband. No surprise, since Stephen went there a lot as a kid. When we found ourselves in his home territory recently, it made sense to meet his mom there for lunch. Let’s just say the cheeseburger on toast didn’t live up to his memories. But the dessert ...Keep Reading
My Kid Ate FISH
A single nugget, approximately one ounce, but still. HE ATE FISH. Not Dr. Praeger’s Fishies, which, natural and healthy as they appear to be, are still nothing like eating actual fish. I’ll back up. The other day I found myself in Union Square with the winter farmers’ market in full swing. On a whim, I ...Keep Reading
Potato Skins Bar: Super Bowl Picky Eater Special
Yeah yeah yeah, my kid’s picky. Cry me a river, right? I’ve figured out exactly one trick that entices Harry to eat what I cook: Customization. My individual pot pies, food cooked in parchment paper packets, salad bars, lettuce wraps, and pizza all score big with the kid because I hand over the reins. I ...Keep Reading
Picky Eater Special: Individual Pot Pies
The picky thing, it gets worse. I suspect Harry’s getting bored with his extremely limited list of acceptable foods, because lately he’s balking at some of the most basic gimmes I’ve got. Trader Joe’s yogurt and frozen meatballs: gone. Three out of four acceptable flavors of Wallaby yogurt: nixed. Plain pasta and rice: nu-uh. ...Keep Reading
