I always considered myself lucky. My toddler (now preschooler) was a good eater. Before a year old, she was happily chomping on asparagus and asiago. The more flavor, the better. I was truly convinced it was a matter of good parenting and exposing her to flavors early in life.
And then one day, it all changed. My little chef was demanding haute cuisine featuring "milky cereal" (three or four requests a day), Goldfish crackers and anything carb-loaded.
So I figured I'd try one last attempt to break her out of her rut. We'd gotten some samples of a healthy kid food line and decided to try it. I broke out a box of the fish bites and green dip. She thinks it's chicken nuggets and green ketchup? Great. She dipped it, lightly pressed it against her lips and paused. Then dropped it and frantically wiped the "green ketchup" off on her plate.
She opted to eat three tiny bites of the green ketchup (which had a faint green bean or broccoli taste to it) and half of her "chicken nugget," before protesting she didn't like spices. (This is the girl who knows basil, oregano and rosemary by sight on her plants or on any cooking show.)
Sigh. I'm not sure what the issue is, nor how to stop this trainwreck. I realize declaring culinary independence is a stop on the road to adulthood, but somehow, I'm just tired of the battle already.
But at least baby brother will eat the "ketchup" - and all of it, happily.