The Short List: What My Kids Ate

I was blessed with three picky eaters, so dinnertime was always a challenge at our house. Then my husband tried to fix it.

Colleen Sehy
Boomerangs

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Two young boys scrunching up their faces
Photo by Austin Pacheco on Unsplash

When I was a kid, there was usually a plate of Wonder Bread on the dinner table. If we didn’t like what my mother served, the alternative was bread and butter. It certainly made mealtimes easier for her. And she probably thought I’d eventually get tired of eating bread and eat the food she put in front of me.

Her approach never did turn me into an adventurous eater. I preferred filling up on Wonder Bread to eating anything I deemed disgusting (like fish or salad). And there was no way on earth I was going to try something unknown!

Flash Forward to Parenthood

When I became a parent, I ended up with three picky eaters of my own. I’m pretty sure the karmic justice pleased my mother immensely.

It would be an understatement to say that dinnertime involved a bit of juggling. Yes, my husband and I would have preferred to make one meal for the entire family, but it was a struggle with all those picky eaters.

  • The oldest child hated cheese and anything with a hint of cream sauce.
  • The middle child hated onions and certain types of meat, and she…

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Colleen Sehy
Boomerangs

Writer, traveler & Anglophile (www.colleensehy.com). Author of “Finding Shakespeare in America” (2020) and Eating British in America columnist at Anglotopia.net