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…
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…
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…
Sometimes I feel sorry for Harry. He’s never known the simple pleasure of tearing open a Devil Dog, then licking the stripe of creamy filling off the wrapper. Never thrilled…
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,…
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…