Achilles Heel

Another contribution by Radnyee.

Milk. Most definitely, without a doubt, any day of the week- the morning glass of warm milk was my undoing. The creamy, life-sustaining liquid would start to look like striated congealed gloop, and still I’d sit there, eyeing the glass mournfully. I think my record was 6 hours staring at the glass, forbidden from getting up until it was finished. No matter how many tricks my Mum figured out for the rest of my meals, milk remained, for evermore, our Achilles heel.
Now that I’ve seen fussy eaters in action, I’m intrigued by the things mothers do to make sure their kids eat right. It starts with airplane-chappattis and food songs, goes on to the famous ‘this bite for ma, this bite for baba, this bite for your bessst friend’ routine, and as the kids get older, mothers have to be wilier. Or just give up.
I have a friend who drank egg(blech)-banana(yum) milkshake for years without suspecting a thing. And another who thought potatoes were pink, because they’d be soaked in beetroot juice. Others were subjected to the carrot or the stick method. My favorite trick is one I read about- a father who’d arm-wrestle his daughter everyday and defeat her….until she ate her vegetables. Then she’d score a resounding victory!

Here’s an article on getting picky eaters to eat:
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes-and-cooking/foods-for-picky-children/index.html

What tricks did your mother need to get you to eat? Do you use any of them on your kids- while offering a silent prayer of thanks for your Mum’s ingenuity?