This food wants to go in my mouth...does it?:3rd-9th December

posted Dec 13, 2011, 2:29 AM by Dinner Lady   [ updated May 9, 2012, 6:01 AM ]
"This food wants to go in my mouth, does it!" declared The Naughty Knight on Sunday, with that over excitement that takes over whenever a meat feast is put on the table.  He has not quite learned the grammatical form of "doesn't it?" or "aren't I?" to qualify what he is saying.  So although it looks like a question, he is actually telling us.  Our family Sunday meat treat was my father's lamb casserole and had involved an early morning phone call to him to remind myself how to cook it. I had been in charge of all three children all weekend while Mrs Doubtfire made a pilgrimage to Cardiff to watch Wales lose against Australia.  What I suspected might happen did happen.  The children ganged up against me and woke me up at least five times overnight. So I knew I needed something easy and soothing to cook, a roast requiring too much mental energy to work out cooking times.  The casserole was, as I knew it would be, delicious, and not much was said as we all loaded our forks with meat, sucked on the bones, spooned the sweet juices into our mouths and generally devoured all we could.  
But Saturday's sleepless night really caught up with us all. The Naughty Knight's hacking cough, which worsened daily, didn't help.  By Tuesday night, evening meal times were an ordeal, with The Naughty Knight pretty much refusing to eat, preferring to spend his time dangling his hair in his meal.  Now I have never been one to bow and cow-tow to the whims of a child's food preferences. As early as six or seven months, they had to eat or leave what ever mush I had prepared for them. I thought that if I started producing alternative food whenever they didn't like what I served up, I would be making a rod for my own back. The deal is, and always has been, this: I serve up a variety of tasty food, taking into account everyone's food preferences; it is every one's choice as to whether they have a lot or a little of the food; seconds or pudding comes only when all the first helping is finished.  I don't cajole or bribe in order to get them to eat their vegetables or other less favourite morsels.  They just know they need to have finished what is on their plate before pudding or seconds comes. Simple. The trick has also been to serve up simple food, in small portions, that I know they will love and eat up easily whenever they are too tired or ill to face the more adventurous food we sometimes have.   I am sure this unemotional approach has helped make the boys the good eaters they are.

rotten or gone off -140g bread ends, 1 pear

left on our plates - 2 tbsp baked beans, 1 tbsp yoghurt, 2 tbsp spicy bean casserole

left overs I have forgotten to use up - none!