Not only do I have to hide teeny, tiny veggies amongst the rice, pasta or sauce for Gavin but the veggie masquerade continues with Baeleigh as well. She can spot a broccoli floret from 20 paces.
Their daycare provider cooks them homemade Korean food comprised almost entirely of veggies and oftentimes - gasp! - fish. If a sliver of green bean or cube of carrot even thinks about gracing their plate, it's rejected. A protruded lower lip and a quick whip of the head to the side accompanied by a sharp, "NO!". Or, dejected face, a shriveling of the body into the seat as if I melted her like the wicked witch synchronized perfectly with the hands bringing the hair into the face. Ugh.
I don't get it. Maybe I just need to make it easier on myself and just start pureeing it into the food. I'm not sure which requires more effort - thinking of ways to hide it or watching Baeleigh sit at the table for an hour and a half pout about her dinner. It doesn't sound very appetizing for me to eat that way - cauliflower in my mac-n-cheese, butternut squash pureed into my muffins, spinach in my brownies. Can you tell I've looked over Deceptively Delicious? If only I could find a happy medium.
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