The TMI Files. More on feeding.Unlike the House Husband, I've not been able to expand Magilla's culinary circle using words alone. if she wants it, she wants it. If it looks the slightest bit questionable, then nothing, nothing! will get that new morsel past her lips.
I've tried playing airplane, train and trainwreck.
I've pulled faces, and snarled and yapped and grovelled.
I'd even allowed her to stir the pan occasionally. As a rule, that's not something I'd recommend with an overactive toddler, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Now, I've taken it a step further, and..... SUCCESS!!!
She helps cook. And I mean 'help' as in provide assistance.
While I'm grating carrot, she's operating the chopper with the tomatoes in it.
While I'm dicing onion, she's stirring the sauce. And the inevitable pasta, of course.
Since we're now cooking with gas, I've got to become hypervigilant. This is good, and it works, because I caught her just as she was checking out how hot the flame was on a wooden spoon. She won't be trying that again in a hurry.
She has been eating pasta with her homemade sauce all week. It helps when you can pick your own oregano from the garden - it adds an extra element to the whole exercise, I guess.
(For a bit of diversity, I've been duly advised that spiders are 'nummy' and the green fly was, too. Gack!)
At least we seem to be easing up on the insects. I know, plenty of protein and all that, but still....
I'm making chocolate mousse next week for a family get-together, so we'll see how she goes with that one. The fun part will be separating the eggs, I reckon.
And for all you chocoholics, my moose recipe ROCKS!