Is your kid a picky eater?
I wasn’t. Bryan wasn’t.
So it isn’t too shocking that Declan is not either.
Although, I will say that Bryan, especially, was never exposed to any exotic foods, so there was nothing really to be picky about. He had his first taco at 18. He used to say “par-mee-zee-an.” Clearly hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill were the main course… pretty much always. With corn for flare.
Me? My mom came over from Germany when she was a child so I had all those crazy German liverwursty foods to contend with, but in general Germans are meat and potatoes people – so my food upbringing was pretty normal too.
Declan, however, has traveled with us, and OH MY WORD, has eaten OUT with us. I may have mentioned this, but we eat out A LOT. A LOT A LOT.
When I saw Jen (@thejennui) in Park City, she was telling me how I massively took all this for granted. That her daughter could tell the difference between Canadian Kraft Mac & Cheese and American Kraft Mac & Cheese. And she refused to eat it. And that it prevented them from traveling sometimes.
I sat there dumbfounded.
I mean, I knew we were lucky. My kid eats sushi, steak, vegetables, chicken, soup, fish, salad, and, yes – the occasional mac & cheese. Many times now, he and I even share a meal – making our eating out habit more affordable. Kinda. Seeing as sometimes he has my meal and his meal too. (Can’t wait for that teen growth spurt, woo woo.)
Point being, *now* I feel LUCKY lucky.