Someone, somewhere, started the philosophy that children are unable to eat the same food as adults. The “kid friendly” slogan attached itself to many restaurants and prepared food brands which successfully enticed parents to let their children eat crap. But really, what makes food kid friendly?
The fact that these offerings are (normally) junk food?
The fact that kids are happier when they’re eating fat?
The fact that their choices are all delicious deep fried?
I know some kids truly don’t care for certain foods, the same way I don’t like fruit flavored yogurt or squid sashimi. However, it’s impossible for a child to dislike everything but fried potatoes.
Adults have a variety of choices, yet the kids menu normally consists of only a few options: chicken fingers, macaroni and cheese or hot dogs. Why can’t a lobster or fettuccine alfredo be kid friendly? Does picky really mean they can’t be at least offered a variety?
Kate Gosselin of “Jon and Kate Plus 8” feeds her kids well. Not only do their meals consist of organics, but I’ve seen them eating hummus, wasabi peas and kimchi. Did the Gosselin’s alter their children’s DNA so they would eat adult foods? No. These kids can’t be picky because The Gosselins don’t have time to let them be. Hello – eight fucking kids!
I ate everything when I was younger. I still do. I thank my parents for this.
They always made me eat what they were having. Some of our earliest vacation videos are of me dancing around with clam shells pretending they were castanets. I was also known to perform magic tricks: putting a crab “to sleep” by rubbing its underside, and “waking it up” before surrendering it to my dad to drop in the steamer. My favorite part of ham steaks was the bone marrow because my grandfather convinced me it was good, and I trusted him. I don’t even see ham steaks on a kids’ menu, let alone its marrow.
If you indulge your child’s temperament to only eat select foods, then she will probably maintain this disposition as a picky eater. And she might even end up like my friend who didn’t know what a scone was until college.
I don’t have children and there’s no doubt many people will criticize me for these views. I was the child, you should know, who was appalled by her friend’s lunchbox PB&J.
Let the shit talking begin.
Pic: Grown up mac ‘n cheese, by Mandie )