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My husband and his brother grew up in a household where they were permitted to eat spaghetti-o’s and junk food cereals with prizes at the bottom of the boxes nearly […]
Original post: Kid Foods Breed Fat, Picky Children
I have to say that I really like what she has to say about the picky eating thing. I really hate it when I watch my girlfriend’s kids and she says her kids are picky eaters and one thing I have realized about her is that she lets her kids snack ALL DAY. Their lunch consists of just a piece of cheese and yogurt. When they actually eat it’s either pizza or some sort of fried food. I have yet to see her sit with her kids and eat with them.
It’s to the point where I won’t watch them anymore because it just upsets me soo much. My son was that way when he was younger and he learned really quickly not to do that. Today both my kids eat salmon, most all vegetables and most kinds of meat.
People just need to not be scared of their kids screaming bloody murder just because the parents won’t feed them fried food. My kids really like Morningstar and veggie burgers.
Props to you V!
I have to say that my daughter has her picky days, but generally loves her fruit and veggies. Her favorite foods are broccoli, strawberries, and tofu. Do I give in when she doesn’t want what is offered? No. Has she ever really been offered junk food? No. She has yet to eat a piece of candy or sugary cereal.
Then again, those parents who do have issues with picky eaters probably are only infuriated with this post. Nothing makes my blood boil faster than people who are not parents giving me parenting advice.
I never got sugary cereals as a kid and I did have some severe dislikes (asparagus and brussel sprouts number those), but that was largely because my mother was never a very good cook.
Overall, though, I was often made to try new things as a kid. And here I am, living on my own, and cooking all sorts of things. I am experimenting with bento and making cute lunches to make my coworkers jealous, but they’re still full of good things. Rice? Homemade lamb curry? Vegetables? Fruit? All sorts of things.
And then there’s my boyfriend, who admits, proudly, that he has the tastes of a five-year-old (his food of choice? twinkies. UGH.)
While I sympathize with any kid regarding brussels sprouts — even when cooked properly, they have a flat and slightly metallic flavor geared more for the adult palate — I definitely concur about food behavior.
My parents did not start my siblings and me on canned fruit during weaning, but on vegetables. We didn’t develop a craving for sweet, but for variety. Fruit came dead last to everything else, and it was a treat, not a regular thing. But we could ask for any vegetable we wanted.
First-time food was always an experiment. If we liked spinach (and I did), we were served it again. If we didn’t like lima beans or brussels sprouts (and I didn’t) it was not forced upon us. But we had to try everything at least once. After a time we were allowed to serve ourselves at the table, and we could choose what we liked and ignore what we didn’t like. The only caveat was that we had to eat everything we put on our own plates.
I eventually learned to eat lima beans. But I refuse to allow brussels sprouts in the door.
My son is only 16 months old, and most of the food we give him consists of fruit, vegetables, and yogurt. My husband and I usually eat much later than my son (DH works late) and when I feed my son I still give him real food. Not all processed garbage. I find the more I offer to him, the more willing he is to eat that particular food. If he doesn’t eat it- fine. Then he’s finished for the evening. I’m not a short order cook.
Parents like to take the easy way out, just like V says.
I’m ashamed to say that I’m a picky eater.
I am now 16 years old and have been a picky eater for as long as I remember and I am quite ashamed now when I look back at all the times I refused food because I thought it wouldn’t taste good.
From now on I will eat what I am given!!!
… As long as it was meant to be eaten.
I completely agree here. I was raised partly by a vegetarian, so I grew up around vegetables and tofu. I’m not afraid to try new things, and I’m never a picky eater. During the day I’ll usually eat fruit, and we have a variety of things for dinner, including Potato Soup, Shepherds Pie, Chicken with Asparagus, Stuffed Porkchops, among other things.
What surprises me, is contrary to what AMom2 said, (”Nothing makes my blood boil faster than people who are not parents giving me parenting advice.”) for not being a parent herself, V gives good parenting adivce. I almost always agree with her, because she’s right.
Anyway, I’m going ot cut this off before I go into a huge rant.
-Tru7h
PS. Bet you’d never believe I’m 14.
When I was very young, my parents were very strict about making sure I ate at least some of everything I was served. And, even saying I wasn’t hungry wouldn’t get me out of having to eat those things later.
However, as I got a little older and was in my first few years of school, my mother started working more. We started having “fend for yourself” nights, where we would eat leftovers, sandwhiches, and whatever else we could scrounge up. These nights became more frequent, and I learned how to make microwave pizza, and later sometimes frozen pizza in the oven. And as I grew to a teenager, more and more it was left to me to feed myself.
Left to my own devices, I would make something simple, easy, that tasted good and was almost always unhealthy. Hambugers, fries, steak sandwhiches, pizzas, and so on. And then even when my mom would cook, if it wasn’t something I liked I’d just fix myself something later, like I was used to doing anyway.
The end result is that now I’m a very picky eater, and much of what I eat is junk food. This is despite the fact that in my earliest years I was made to eat what I was given. I used to be made to eat roasts, stews, meatloafs, and all the rest. Now, I won’t touch any of it, and the few times I’ve tried such things as an adult I can’t stomach them.
However, I do like some variety, and do at least try most new things when their offered. But the staples of my diet are pretty narrow, and mostly junk.
What about Kraft Macaroni & Cheese
and the Schwanz van?
; )
I enjoyed V’s commentary on that aspect of parenting. Refreshing and quite reserved. A parent isn’t just someone that ‘has’ children. Nieces, nephews, stepsons, stepdaughters, neighbor’s children, etc all get guidance from many sources. And, regardless if V has/had children, the point is moot about the “have to have one to be one” mentality. V has sound advice. Intelligently responsible advice. Kudos to V.
I completely agree with V on this post.
Brussel sprouts are an aquired taste, but
every kid should love broccoli.
*high fives and hugs V*
VA, the possessive of you is “your” not “you’re”. “You’re” is a contraction for “you are”.
I don’t understand how people confuse those two, it’s not like the “apostrophe-R-E” doesn’t look like the word “are”.
Damn VA…
Sometimes its like you have access to all the rants in my head and you give them voice.
This was a good one. Once again, 100% right.
Hey #12 - fuck you and your you’re yar grammar nazi self.
…and what’s with all the asshat *high five* crapola? High fives went out in the 80’s, and virtual high fives are just stupid.
you don’t like virtual high fives?
gotta better idea?
*tictactao*
Gimme a five
on the side
down low
too slow
do you prefer virtual hugs?
or virtual hershey kisses?
@ Billybobrubek
The day the internet advances enough for me to skull fuck people for saying virtual hershey kisses and virtual hugs will be the day your skull has a sore eye socket…
I’d prefer if you gargled a menstrual milkshake instead.
that was for #14
Did that mean we wanted to read everyone’s fucking palate?
@ VA ginal
only if it comes from a virgin!!! I know you meant the other dude but really who can resist the deliciously deadly combination of virginal menstrual blood, milk and ice cream…..
@bsdninja
You beat me to the punch - er, skull fuck - back there with Billybobrubek’s inanity. Eloquently stated.
As far as the milkshakes go, being able to appreciate new and varied foodstuffs is the subject of the VA piece, is it not?
Nice to see your enthusiasm - your parents must have fed you correctly as a child.
hahahahahahahaha
I love you lil’ bitches
@19 didn’t we do that years ago
sticks & fuckin stones
bsdasshatVAginal
*high fuckin five slutmuffins*
We can bitch at each other all year or ya’ll
can just realize we’re ALL fuckwits or fucktards
or whatever you silly monkeys wanna call
each other…
Can I ask an honest question and get an honest answer?
WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU?
*kisseshugsassfucks*
ya’ll be such bad asses…
It makes me chuckle… ho ho ho
Every time you try and cut me down
it makes me 22 times stronger than you
silly fuck-wit-tards
I love you… you come @ me with
silliness & beyond…
you don’t get “it”
suckas
@22
do you collect Franklin Mint commemorative plates?
just guessin’
Back to food please…
you’re ‘inanity’ is sharpening my…
I like carrots
I like spinach
ok sweatpeas…
commence bitching
just try and cut me down…
just try… hit me with your best
shot h..h…h….heartbreaker
*
@ 23 nope…
just karma
I collect gout commemorative keys & kites…
all for ya’ll
Anyone else think the fine person who provided this VA forum might want to require registration/login if possible?
It would make it so that a person posts under the same name each time and the rest of us can see if we are dealing with the same asshat over and over, or a whole flock of asshattami.
Also, it keeps someone from posting under someone else’s handle.
Yes? No?
Great idea.
Its the first time I’ve ever made any sense!
(and that’s because someone else is posting under my handle)
me too!
I’m an asshat!
and I *high five* that idea!
because I’m a nancy cock-smoker
Now you get it…
Finally some sanity in the courtyard.
Happy Birthday.
You have become me…
*Final Fours for everyone*
Proud Mary keep on rollin’
Wood, Fire, Water
Air
Spirit
Congratulations crew
the eagle has hatched
Happy day after v day
Love ’round the table
goodnight
I would like to thank V for making hypocrisy cool again.
we’re all hipocites.
stop making sense.
typo:
we’re all hipocrites.
stop making sense.
although i can imagine what a hipocite is
wait let me check wikipedia quick…
anyone got any good definitions
for hipocite? Make something up
prob’ly some sort of genetically
modified mineral food or something.
Kid food?
Sure hippo anything you say.
Dude, make people have to register. Please.
No wonder V doesn’t want comments, all these 13yr old twats…
god, i love VA. here she is again making complete and utter sense in a world filled with senselessness. i know a family that gives their kids sushi to eat. these are healthy, happy kids. often i find that people who are the pickiest eaters are also the least healthy people-and i am not even talking about them being obese, theya re just always sick!
That’s what I said and people started bitching about
high fives…
what’s a whipping boy to do?
agree… I’m an asshole
disagree… I’m an asshole
Katie can I give you a *high five*
w/o all the ensuing drama now
I wonder…. hmmmmm…
“I say that parents that lack the ability to convince a kid to voluntarily eat a plate of green beans aren’t cut out for parenthood. If you can’t outsmart a 3 year old, then what the fuck are you doing raising one?”
Amen and amen.
I grew up poor and if I didn’t eat what was put in front of me I went hungry. To this day I’ll eat *anything* - except lima beans (by themselves) or liver. It’s a texture thing.
As a step-mom to a picky 4 year old who is fed nothing but McDonald’s and Burger King by her mother; I completely agree with VA’s post.
Luckily her father agrees with me and the little darling doesn’t get her way in our home.
#41- that sounds like a type of woman who will sue when her child dies of heart disease or is 200 pounds by age 6.
the only reason someone wouldnt like VA is because they realize they are one of those fucking morons that she talks about all the time.
Thank Jebus for you, V, as I’ve worked with any number of women who should’ve been MommyBloggers, were they competant enough to actually operate a computer. The number of times I’ve heard them babble inanely about all the things their kids “won’t” eat is mind-numbingly terrifying, and I always respond that the kid shouldn’t have a choice in what they will or won’t eat - that’s why they’re the kids and not the parents.
Like most of us here who aren’t picky eaters, I was raised in a household where you eat what was put before you… or you went hungry. To this day, I am amazed at how many people I know who flat-out refuse to eat any number of things because it’s “gross.” Shut up, Idiot Jeb - the French are pretty renowned for their cuisine, so maybe they know something more about stuffing cow eyeballs than you do.
I love VA. I was never allowed “kid food” (sugary cereals, chef boyardee, etc) but expected to eat various veggies (broccoli, water chestnuts, peas, you name it) my stepdad would mix into varying stir fry dishes. We were made to stay at the table until we tried everything on our plate, and I pulled the same brussel sprout rebellion, only it was with broccoli. Only I never gave in, no matter how many times they kept serving it back to me. I had other ways to get food. To this day I can’t eat broccoli.
I try for a balance with my kids. Everyone ends up with likes and dislikes, and I serve them whatever I see fit each night. If they don’t eat it, they go hungry. I’ve never forced them to eat anything like my folks did with broccoli, and I do allow them to have Chef Boyardee crap on weekends every now and then, and SUGARY cereals. And yet? I can leave candy bowls in the house and they’ll never touch them. For months. And every time I serve broccoli they gobble it up like it’s birthday cake. They ASK me for veggies, which I love. They eat things I would have turned my nose up at when I was a kid (mostly because I was told right away I HAD to eat it, and they get a choice to eat or go hungry for the night).
God, just make the kid *think* they have a choice, offer them a good variety of nutritious foods, and they’ll go the distance, every time. At least mine. Your mileage may vary.
Does anyone else find it ironic that this post inspired “Mommyblogging-esque” comments that V would probably shit on if given the opportunity?
I noticed that myself.
V has good points about getting kids to try new things, eat a varied diet, etc. but so what? I find it more interesting what this post says about her upbringing. Rather cruel and unreasonable treatment by the parents, but she worships that dead Marine daddy. Sounds like he brought a real taste of the Marines to her home. It’s so sad, she obviously suffered as a child. Her sense of humour is funny and twisted, I admit, but her attitude sucks. And she has some intense issues with keeping her weight in check, as posted in other blogs, all that stuff about the personal trainer, how much money she spends on keeping fit, blah blah blah. Sounds like a boring life to me. What an irritable, angry person. Her fight story from Feb 16 is funny, too. I was always annoyed by the kids that were so sullen they wouldn’t speak out in their own defense, but they sure could slap you silly. At least she’s using her words now, for what it’s worth. Well, that’s enough wasted time for one day.