Last night I enjoyed a significant victory in the battle over picky toddler eating habits. 11 o'clock at night, my darling three-year-old finally ate her chicken leg. The whole thing. And she even found out that she likes chicken.
Yes, I take it a little bit personal. Not only for having slaved over a hot stove, but because I personally raised, butchered and processed that little chicken leg.
There's no tossing it in the trash. Even the dog is not worthy to eat it. Prior to developing my winning strategy, the best I could do was eat it myself or pack it in daddy's lunch for tomorrow. It places a whole other aspect of value on your food when you raise it yourself. I know how many hours it took, the sweat, the effort. I knew that chicken personally. Sure...I could buy it cheaper in the store, but it wouldn't taste as good or be as clean and healthy.
Nope, picky eaters will not be tolerated in this house. I am laying down the law. If you don't eat your dinner, then there will be no snacks! I will wrap your plate and put it in the fridge. Just let me know when you want me to heat that up for you!