I’ll admit, I’m not super upset when my kids don’t want to eat everything I make. Oh you mean you don’t want any of these delicious shanghai noodles and I have to eat it again tomorrow? Darn, let me make you a grilled cheese while I silently do a happy dance. Yesssss!
I’m ok with them being picky at times because I once had a serious Chef Boyardee mini ravioli obsession in my life and turned out liking nearly everything. Except gross things like Liver. It’s not allowed in my moms house and certainly not in mine! I’d like to acknowledge my Grandma, who used to cook ravioli for me every time I went to visit. Plus gave me full access to her blue and pink eyeshadow. What a fun apartment that was!…
