So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God. 1 Corinthians 10:31
I have picky eaters. Well, five out of seven anyway. They just don’t get the whole “variety is the spice of life” cliché somehow. Sure, it’s my fault, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I keep waiting for those “7 year taste bud changes” that I’ve heard so much about to kick in, but I guess that is just for other people’s children.
I have one who won’t eat cheese, potatoes or beans. Another one who wants to be a vegetarian, except she doesn’t really like a lot of veggies….hmmmm. My hubby won’t eat condiments, raw veggies or fruit. And my youngest prefers junk food to anything real. I do have one teenage boy who will eat pretty much anything, so he keeps me sane. And my oldest occasionally goes on a vegan tangent but he lives down the road so I can work around that.
Honestly, I used to try really hard. I would whip up all kinds of nutritious feasts and sometimes a sandwich or two on the side to meet the specs of one or two children…a bowl of PJ and J mixed together w/ crumbled up bread, or the millionth bowl of canned chili.
But one day I snapped. I had had enough of throwing away food and time for a clan who would walk into the kitchen asking, “Ew, what is that smell?”
I began feeding them frozen meals and buying way too many five dollar pizzas. Then I discovered Costco. Aisles full of prepared food without preservatives, often organic, and I knew I had found my answer. No more slaving away at the stove to feed my people, all I had to do was pop something in the oven, and I got my whole night back! Everyone raved about the amazing new food. We were all so happy finally. Except for the bill of course. But we must all adjust, right? I guess I am in my “whatever you do” chapter right now. I am certainly praising God for Costco!
BONUS IDEA: A fun trick I have learned is never throw liquids away. If I find a cup of abandoned juice sitting around, I stick it in the freezer and voila! Instant joy for the kid who finds it a few hours later. Same thing with yogurt. I find half eaten containers of the pricey goo getting hot on the counter. I slide it into the freezer and Tada! I’m a superstar when one of my grazers happens upon it in its frozen glory. I’ve even been known to freeze their cereal milk. They think it’s heavenly ice cream. At least I understand the cliché’ waste not, want not, right?