Gee, I’m not a father yet, but the way I see it, it’s just more steak for Dad. If they’re eating adequately to maintain their health, then who cares what their taste is in meat? Heck, it’d tempt me to char the steaks even more next time.
They’ll learn eventually how to appreciate a proper steak. Kids’ tastes are different from adults’.
My grandfather used to raise his own beef and cut huge steaks with one-inch thick white fatty rinds on each one. Now as an adult male, I know that the fat on a steak is the tastiest part, but to a child, this is the height of oogie.
My grandfather forced his daughters to eat every bit of that white, gristly fat.
And I know the way 6-year olds are. They probably ate all of the lean meat, and left just the fat. Then grandpa noticed, and told them they had to eat the fat, too. They the girls cried, ate one piece of fat, cried more until the fat was stone cold, ate one more piece at their father’s demand, and eventually went to bed without dessert because they would not eat any more fat.