I have been told by many a person that I am a picky eater. Yes and no. I will actually eat about anything as long as it is of good quality. Fresh ingredients. Good cheese, and increasingly, organic meat. (I hope hope you have plans to see Food Inc.) Homemade food. These are foods I get excited about. Kraft mac and cheese? No way. This mac and cheese, substituting a good gruyere for the cheddar? Once a week if I could afford that kind of caloric intake.
My insistence on good food is causing problems for many a person. It can be expensive. It can be time consuming. And, more often than not, in fact, 9 times out of ten, my children totally hate it. I mean, they eat good food, for sure, but their realm of what they like is really really small. Recent examples of anger inducing meals:
#1. Bobby Flay Lemon Curd Ricotta Pancakes. (thanks Jessie!) Were it not for the substitution of wheat flour, this would totally be dessert for breakfast. It was absolute heaven. But not for L, who literally gagged and barfed and cried. Gagged. On a five star rated Bobby Flay recipe. I made fresh lemon curd. Dusted the final product with powdered sugar. M, ever worried about my feelings says, "it's not my favorite mom, I like the other ones you make."
#2. Quesadillas. Its a Williams Sonoma recipe from this cookbook. Roasted poblanos, Tillamook monterey cheese. Wrapped in a dough I made, and fried. Served with fresh guacamole and salsa. And my children.....gagged and cried and had to have dry cereal instead. Tears! Over fried cheese!
#3. Tamales. Recipe from above mentioned cookbook. I don't even have to tell you how it went. Adults loved, kids hated.
I know, I am expecting my small children to have an adult palate. And actually, my 2-year old is on board with everything I throw in front of her. She's game for anything from fresh limes to salsa.
But I'm stubborn. I will persist. They will thank me for their sophisticated palates when they are older, right? (Ha!)