In second grade, a lunchroom supervisor decided he had enough of my pickiness and not wanting to eat string beans and basically browbeat me into eating them.
I didn’t want to but did it and immediately threw up…with much volume.
I then had to sit in the Principals office trying to explain my behavior…40 years later I still am thinking wtf?
Holy crap. Was that a Christian private school in Fort Lauderdale? If so, I hate to tell you this but I still remember that! :eek:
Wow. Actually, it is rough to have picky kids, especially when you’re doing whatever you can not to enable the behavior.
I agree with every response you have written in this thread. When you force a kid to sit at the table and stare at a plate of fried eggs, swearing that you won’t let her down from the table until she eats them because there are kids in Africa who are starving, you’re not teaching that child anything about trying new foods or even about how to be polite when faced with foods s/he doesn’t like. You’re teaching what a battle of wills is all about. Period.
In Winnipeg, do you have kids?
Sweet Jeebus, I hope not. There are enough idiots already breeding in this world.
How could anyone not like string cheese?!
**In Winnipeg **has not returned to answer our questions. Maybe he’s busy scrubbing his kitchen floor and making a nice casserole for dinner.
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Oops. Sorry. Back to the kitchen for me!
I sure hope you’re not expecting any Dopers to eat your green beans. You know what’s going to happen . . .
I’ve never gotten why “clearing your plate” was considered such great shakes. I still don’t eat everything on my plate. Portions are huge. I usually end up just eating what I want and saving the rest for later.
So I queried the mom of one of the boys…turns out he’s a vegetarian (I know!) well, not REALLY a vegetarian, that’s just what he ends up eating the most.
So one boy lives on Mac n cheese, the other boy’s a vegetarian, a third doesn’t like mayo…in a sleepover situation, I could end up making 6 different meals.
Are you fucking serious? :dubious:
I was a moderately picky eater as a kid, now I just have foods I don’t like, but that’s about it. I won’t touch eggs unless they’re scrambled, for example. They literally make me gag. My sister was and is a lot pickier than I am, and it’s only in the last year or so that she’s started eating salads. (She’s 25.)
My parents were pretty lenient with us, since THEY had been forced to do the whole “clean your plate” thing when they were young. (My dad especially)
My dad ended up with a weight problem as a kid, and my mother has an extremely sensitive digestive system and there’s a lot of stuff she can’t eat. (Even stuff she likes)
I only did the “eeeeewww” thing once. I was three and my dad was eating hard boiled eggs. I was grossed out and said, “oh yuck!!!” Dad got pissed and pushed his chair away from the table a wee too forceably – thus sending my plate of Beef Stroganoff (which I loved and still do), right into my lap. That’s the last time I did THAT.
I was not familiar with what string cheese tasted like until I was an adult, as my family never bought it or other “kid friendly” foods. I did, however, see it frequently enough in classmates’ lunches and assumed it was another one of those weird things that American kids ate.
So mac n cheese, cheese pizza, grilled cheese with fries, yogurt with fruit, popcorn…it’s not like a sleepover is all about nutrition anyway so who cares?
I raised three kids, two adventurous eaters and one picky eater who now eats quite normally as an adult. I hear a lot of parents saying “I’m not a short order cook!” But I didn’t mind making different things for each of them as long as they were easy things to make. We were all goofing off in the kitchen together anyway, debriefing the day, doing homework, cooking was just a part of the evening activities and it helped them learn how to cook the things they liked for themselves as they grew up.
Doing this didn’t spoil them, I know this because they are adults now and not at all spoiled. It didn’t really take any more time than cooking one dinner would have, and when everyone is in the house these days we still all end up in the kitchen cooking several different things and goofing off together.
Happy times.
Since mac & cheese does not feature mayonnaise or meat, I think you’d be OK serving it to all three boys you mention. 
Also, I totally sympathize with the mayo-hater, because mayo is gross.
I agree. And if you wanted to make a dish of some kind of meat to go with the mac and cheese, then the vegetarian just doesn’t have to eat the meat dish. Some fresh melon or berries on the side, and there ya go.
What’s so out there/picky about being a vegetarian? And how much stuff do you put mayo in/on that it’s an issue worth mentioning more than once?
I read somewhere that if a kid repeatedly tries something they don’t like, they will get to like it after about 15 times. So when we give our son something new and he says he doesn’t like it, I say “well, eat some of it and then you only have another 14 times to go”.
This is not sadism - we simply do not want to either restrict ourselves to the very limited diet he claimed to like or to cook separately for him. And you know what - it works - often after far fewer than 15 times. The number of things he likes or at least doesn’t mind is now much broader.
Huzzah! It’s all going exactly as we planned!
Might as well give up now. We won’t rest until we have ALL the jobs. Even if it means the total decline of society. We are just that selfish.
We’ll never get all the jobs. We, as a society, will perish from obesity-related illnesses before that can happen, because we are all selfish, lazy bitches! Oh, but apparently not too lazy to take all the jobs away from men. . .