About a year ago, I started an excel spreadsheet
with a tab for what meals we are going to eat and a tab for the corresponding
shopping list. It's nerdy, but it keeps me from running out to the store three
times a day or from eating the same thing every week. The only complicated
thing about it is that it has a column for me and Ryan and another column for
the kids. Gasp! I know...we don't eat dinner together and we don't eat the same
thing. Take that Parenting Magazine!
Before Xavier was born I thought I would be mixing
flax seed into organic goat yogurt and
making elaborate kid-friendly vegetable dishes. Riiiight. My kids eat a diet of
white rice, white pasta, white toast and milk. (Although they weirdly like
salmon. Gag!) From my hushed conversations with other parents, it's safe to say
that outside Park Slope, this is pretty typical. What's funny about it to me is
that I don't care. I love food, new recipes, fresh spices, etc. so at first I
found it strange that I was so unfazed by this behavior. Last night, as I was unpacking the lunch
dishes full of their uneaten vegetables, I realized why. I care more about not
wasting food than I do about what they actually eat. Cheapskate! If they aren't
going to eat crunchy spring asparagus and
marinated lamb, then I'm not going to waste it on them. So at 6 pm, the
toddler dinner was served and eaten, and at 9 pm, Ryan and I sat down to this
incredibly delicious, and surprisingly easy to throw together, dish of lamb,
pomegranate, pistachios and yogurt.
http://www.bonappetit.com/recipe/lamb-stir-fry-with-pomegranate-and-yogurt
I know...I know. It's a vicious cycle. If I don't
serve it, they won't learn to learn to like it until they are ancient. But in
the meantime, Ryan and I get all the leftovers.
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