I wasn’t really a picky eater growing up, but there was one
meal I refused to even look at: meatloaf. I hated meatloaf. My grandmother was
famous for her meatloaf and everyone else in the family loved it, but the smell
and sight of it was enough to make me sick.
And for the
record, I still hate meatloaf. And yes, I’ve tried everybody’s. That’s the thing;
I actually try to eat meatloaf! I want to love meatloaf because it’s such
a classic, all-American dish, but I can’t. I just can’t. I’m sure your meatloaf
is fantastic, but I’m sorry, I’m not going to like it.
that saying that goes around Facebook or Twitter or on cute little wooden signs
from Target: “If mom cooks it, you’ll eat it”? That was not the case at my
grandmother’s. When we were with her, we were never forced to eat anything we
didn’t want. Didn’t like peas? Fine, she’d make you something else. Refused to
touch your salad? Don’t worry about it, she’s got mashed potatoes for you
instead. My grandmother hated to prepare anything we wouldn’t like, but more
than that, she hated the idea of someone going hungry.
So when I
was a kid, every time she made meatloaf for the family, she would drive 20 minutes to the nearest McDonald’s and buy me a pack of chicken nuggets to eat
with the mashed potatoes and peas.
right? Grandmother of the Year.
thing is now that I’m a parent, I can’t imagine driving 20 minutes out of
my way to feed my kid something other than what I cooked. In our house, if you
don’t eat your supper, you’ll go to bed hungry. End of story.
kids ratted me out to my granny.
She pushed her plate away, asked for an extra cup of milk and went to bed without a fuss.
One of our
favorite meals in this house is a chicken pot pie casserole. It’s made with
pancake mix, so the crust is super sweet and fluffy, but the inside is full of
diced chicken and veggies in a creamy sauce. One of the included veggies?
Broccoli. And my stepdaughter Chloe does not
tried everything. I’ve cut it up into super small pieces, I’ve doused it in
cheese sauce, I’ve baked it and even blended it up for cream of broccoli soup,
but it’s a no go. She really does not like the taste of broccoli and refuses to
eat it. She doesn’t whine or cry about it (a sure sign in this house that she
just doesn’t “feel” like eating it), she just won’t eat it. I try not to serve
it when she’s here with us because I like for her to, you know, eat, but I do include it in stir-fry and
our chicken pot pie casserole because she can easily pick it out.
right? Of course she still won’t eat a dish if it includes broccoli. She says
it makes everything taste like broccoli.
husband and I laid down the law. She didn’t have to eat the broccoli, but she
did have to eat the rest of the dish. If she didn’t, there would be no snacks
or dessert for the rest of the day.
I’ve got to
hand it to her, she was pretty determined to stand her ground. She pushed her
plate away, asked for an extra cup of milk and went to bed without a fuss.
she relayed the story to granny.
last night, I had to go to bed without supper,” she told her the next
you hungry? Why didn’t you eat supper?” granny asked. She shot me, her favorite grandchild, a very evil look.
daddy and Sammy told me I HAD to eat it and I didn’t like it. It had BROCCOLI
in it,” Chloe told her, her confidence building every second as granny got more
and more defensive.