Feeding the hoards

Food. The only thing that keeps me sane when it comes to feeding the family is the knowledge that I’m not alone in this battle. You’re with me, aren’t you?

I love vegetables, fruit and things such as hummus, couscous, olives and sun dried tomatoes.

(I also love cake and chocolate but just for now I prefer to take the culinary high road; my love affair with sugar can wait for another day.)

The Man will eat meat, potatoes, rice, pasta etc and claims that a genetic trait prevents him from eating his greens. According to him all Scots have this. Not true – I know at least four who know that lettuce is not just to make the plate look pretty. The Girl is now at the stage where she will at least try new things, although she usually says that she doesn’t like them and would happily default to her favourite of cheese, bread and fruit. The Boy is going through a phase (the mother’s mantra: “it’s only a phase, it won’t last forever; it’s only a phase, it won’t last forever.” Let’s talk in ten years) where he looks at his food and says he doesn’t want it. Bribery will usually get him to eat something, but I wouldn’t like to guarantee it. Or discuss what the bribery actually entails.

In order to maintain my sanity I keep a mental list of meals that we’ll all eat and manage a semblance of an enjoyable family mealtime.

Currently that list is:
1) macaroni cheese

It’s only a phase, it won’t last forever; it’s only a phase, it won’t last forever; it’s only a phase, it won’t last forever; it’s only a phase, it won’t last forever; it’s only a phase, it won’t last forever....