"I cannot bring myself to eat a well-balanced meal in front of my mother. It just means too much to her." Angela Chase, My So-Called Life.
Occasionally I'll get hit with a wave of panic that I'm not feeding my kids enough healthy food. I immediately rush to the grocery store and fill my cart with ground flaxseeds and fish oil and all the fresh produce I can fit into my crisper drawers. I'll buy cookbooks that teach you how to hide hideous vegetable purees in all kinds of food. I once tried to sneak pureed cauliflower into scrambled eggs. That did not go over well.
So tomorrow I'm going to try yet again to get my kids to eat better with something we've tried before with moderate success: blueberry breakfast smoothies on school days. Hopefully it will work, at least until we forget to run the dishwasher one night and the blender is dirty in the morning (I don't do dishes before breakfast), or until the girls spill their tenth purple smoothie on the rug under our kitchen table and I vow never to let them drink another purple liquid inside the house ever again, or until my desire to improve the kids' diets ceases to outweigh my intense early morning laziness.
So we'll see how it goes. Angela Chase was right: It does mean too much to us mothers to watch our kids eat balanced meals.
2 comments:
I know both of us identify with Angela Chase, but isn't it a little scary to know that our girls do/will, too?!?
p.s. Good for you with the healthy eating project; we just had that conversation tonight, too (=
Buy the cute plastic glasses with screw on lids and a straw. I got ours at HEB in College Station but I saw them in Walmart in Galveston. It gives you about a 20 second window to pick it up before it leaks. Remember the waiter at the Gristmill who brought my wine in a sippy cup when I knocked over my wine?
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