Why is some food 100 times more attractive after the toddler has left the table?
It’s one of life’s mysteries; but there are some things I really want her to eat that I end up hand feeding her, bite by bite, while she’s running around after a meal. Because the alternative is that she doesn’t eat them at all, resulting in an unbalanced diet.
Meat is frequently a candidate. This morning, though, it’s the bagel and cream cheese she begged me for and then only ate one bite after it was on her plate. After I let her get down, though, it’s another story. If she wanders into the kitchen, she’ll let me pop a bite into her mouth. So gradually I get her to finish the portion I’d prepared for her and now I don’t have to throw it away or eat it myself. But why does it taste so much better this way?
There’s irony in that title, isn’t there?
Irony? Oh yeah.