Picky Eater

Monday night I cooked dinner and made 'angel hair' pasta with meatless meatballs in the tomato sauce. French-sliced green beans on the side. Usually I make this just fine, because pasta cooks so quickly. I went into the dining room for something instead of standing over the stove for the two minutes it takes this stuff to cook, and clean forget that I even had it on. Went back into the kitchen 5, 7, ok ten minutes later and my pasta was over cooked. We decided to go for it anyway.

My daughter Iyende is a very picky eater. She always has been. I encourage her to try new things and I don't indulge her pickiness, for instance she has to eat what everyone else is eating. I won't make a separate meal for her. However, I will adjust her servings slightly to allow for her food preferences. For instance, she hates mushrooms. No problem, I won't put mushrooms in her salad or whatever.

We had a good time laughing over my dinner. Todd made a big show of trying to twirl the gloppy pasta around his fork. Scott made lots of funny jokes about it. Brian just shook his head and mused about how could anyone mess up pasta. They decided to make sandwiches out of the meatless meatballs and bread. Iyende was strangley silent, and all at once we all realized why: She was tearing this stuff up!

We watched in amazement as she cleaned her plate. Iyende, the notorious picky eater, was actually enjoying my overcooked, thick, gloopy angel hair spagetti! I could not believe my eyes. Me, Brian, Scott, and Todd all stared at each other in amazement. Iyende looked up after polishing off her food and said, "What? That was good!"