The more sensitive among you may have realized something I’m about to share with the rest. I’ve given up the battle. The “clean your plate or else” battle. The “eat it because it’s good for you” battle. The “you’ll learn to love it” battle. The “I love it, why don’t you?” battle.
Perhaps I’ve given up because I’ve been fighting this battle for too long. Maybe I’ve just become lazy. Or, maybe, I realize food preferences mature over time and kids will come around when they’re ready. Can you even call teenagers kids any longer? That may have something to do with it too. When your kids begin to look like sort-of-people, not kiddies, it’s kind of hard to treat them like little kids. And with bigger people come bigger problems and their un/willingness to eat dinner is definitely NOT a big problem.
So as I planned last night’s asparagus risotto dinner from the current issue of “Rachael Ray Magazine”, a meal I knew that Joe and I would love, and that I guessed Annie (who is home on spring break) would be okay with, and that I suspected Louisa would dislike outright, I made it anyway. And when Louisa texted me from school about what she could eat when she got home from rehearsal around 5 -5:30-ish I decided to pick up sushi for her while doing my weekly shop at Whole Foods. I knew she would like it and it would be a healthy replacement for dinner. At 6:00 she ate her after-school snack of sushi and was happy. When we sat down to dinner 7:30-8:00, and she pushed around her risotto and asked me ‘why I made it’, and maybe lifted one forkful of it to her mouth during the entire dinner, I didn’t worry. And when I asked her why she didn’t enjoy risotto, and she said “because it is creamy”, I didn’t worry and I didn’t argue. And when I lifted the forkful to my mouth and enjoyed the combination of creaminess surrounding the “al dente” rice, I thought, “well risotto is supposed to be creamy – I guess I’ve prepared it well.”