A scant two months ago, I posted about how my 15-month-old daughter would eat absolutely anything. In fact, I brazenly and proudly compared her to a junkyard dog. My smugness was understandably well-deserved, considering that I had just spent a week in Palm Beach with the Peanut and watched first-hand as she scarfed down everything from fried clams to foie gras. It was amazing to witness. I can only compare it to watching Star Jones work the seafood buffet at her wedding (n.b. I personally didn't attend the wedding but my overactive imagination did.)
Anyway, I now stand here before you as a rueful father eating humble pie off the tabletop of remorse. As I mentioned over at Rice Daddies, the 17-month-old version of the Peanut has completely metamorphosized into the WORLD'S PICKIEST EATER! She's weaned herself off milk, refuses to eat baby food, and abhors almost everything we give her. Even if she DOES like a certain food, she never eats more than a few bites of it.
Now, I don't know whether I've mentioned here before that the BossLady has recently started a new job that's extremely demanding. We're not sure how it's all going to work out and I'll save the details for a later post. However, one of the consequences of this new job is that I am now solely responsible for feeding the Peanut dinner, bathing her, and getting her ready for bed (at Casa Metro, we're only HALF-joking these days when we say that I'm the perfect housewife---not only do I bring home the bacon, I cook it up and clean the pan!)
Sounds so simple, doesn't it? A little cooking, some feeding, a quick bath and bedtime? In actuality, these tasks really only take me about two hours...but let's not forget that Nixon's demise was predicated on a scant 18 minutes!
Anyway...because the Peanut is such a picky eater, I'm forced to cook her these 6-course dinners, hoping that she'll eat just enough of each course to not only nourish her growing body but also also circumvent any potential 4:00 am hunger pangs.
Being an amateur gourmand whose retirement savings are spent at restaurants all over Manhattan, I've always been a firm believer in the theatrical aspect of dining. Therefore, to entice the Peanut to eat, I usually take great care to conjure up her meals with a great flourish of presentation. I know it's absurd but I actually do think it helps.
So now, in the first-ever MetroDad photo compilation, I hereby offer you tonight's multi-course meal that I personally prepared for the Peanut...
These are couscous french fries from Dani Restaurant, leftovers from BossLady's steak dinner on Saturday night.
My world-reknown dish, Hot Dogs and Snow Peas. The hot dogs, prepared by Monsieur Oscar Mayer, were a big hit. The snow peas? Not so much.
Here, we've mixed it up with a little home-made kimbap that I prepared, one of the few foods (aside from dumplings) that the Peanut can eat all day long. However, due to the high salt content, I try to limit her intake.
I call this dish "Popcorn & Fried Tofu." Usually, Peanut ends up eating ALL the popcorn and only 1-2 pieces of tofu.
Not surprisingly, dessert is never an issue. Whether it's fruit yoghurt or applesauce, the Peanut loves sugar and will wolf down sweets like the girl that she is. Sometimes, I hide baby food under something sweet just so she'll eat it.
But, in all seriousness, my friends, how do you deal with a picky eater? What are the tricks of the trade? How do you get your picky child to eat? Do you let a stubborn child go to bed hungry? What should we do? It's taking me a full hour to prepare her dinners these days!
I know I've asked for your parenting advice before but, this time, I'm REALLY serious. I need your collective wisdom and ALL your tips, tricks, and tactics on how to deal with this latest stage of childhood development.
Who's going to be my shining savior and help ensure that the Peanut eats more than a Snickers bar and some popcorn every day? (Blogging Baby? City Mama? MIM? Cookie? LM? Issa? Queenie? Marian? Stacy? Mo-Wo? L? Misfit? Margalit? Moxie? Alice? Mimi? Melissa? Ayelet? ANYONE? BUELLER?)
C'mon, sisters! Help a fellow housewife out!