Our youngest is a food snob to the most severe degree.
- Chocolate or vanilla ice cream only, and it should never have syrup, sprinkles, or anything "extra" on/in it.
- Negative on the potatoes, unless they come in the form of french fries sans any trace of potato skin. Potato Skin = No Go
- NEVER chicken on the bone. EVER.
- He won't eat jelly because "on Spongebob they make jelly from jellyfish". Thanks Mr. A-hole Squarepants, I owe you one!
- Waffles can only be the Lego's Cinnamon Toast variety....with syrup on the side...never touching.
- Peanut butter....can't stand it.
- Won't eat bread of ANY kind if it has butter on it. Period. Even pancakes.
- Grannella (granola) bars are the enemy.
- Most vegetables should be taken completely off the menu.
- ...and the list goes on, and on, and on, AND ON!
Sometimes this "hang up" of his is amusing, but mostly it's just completely maddening.
Like tonight. I decided that tonight would be "leftovers night", so I let Luc know UP FRONT (before he even left for school) that his options for dinner would be BBQ sandwiches, pot roast sandwiches, or Italian sausage and peppers....no other options. Immediately the wheels began to turn, and the look of disgust started to cloud his face, so I reiterated that ultimately he only has TWO choices - EAT, or STARVE. It makes no difference, to me, at this point.
So after we hash out his disappointment with the dinner selections (and my inability to be flexible and make something different), he hops on his bike and rides off to school. He has better things to do with his day, meanwhile, I am still stewing with frustration. While I am stewing, I happened to recall an evening several weeks ago when I decided to serve corn on the cob with dinner instead of canned corn. Everyone in my family (including the food snob) LOVES CORN, so I thought this would be a nice change to go along with our grilled pork chops, etc. ....That's what I thought.
Dinner was served, and this was the look that I got.
After listening to him moan and groan about how he has "always hated" corn on the cob, Richard explained that corn on the cob is just the same as corn out of a can. The only major difference, one is still on the cob, and the other isn't. This is the look he gave Richard. :) I can only imagine what he was thinking.
No dice on trying to convince him otherwise. So Richard, being the good father that he is, decided just to cut Luc's corn off of the cob since the cob seemed to be such a big issue.
In the end, he only ate two bites and ditched the rest. He still maintains that corn on the cob is gross. *forced, sarcastic smile*
When he is grown, 30ish, and married to a wonderful girl that we all adore, please consider sending Mr. Picky a grandbaby for me to spoil, that will be a picky eater just like himself!? Just one, fussy, hard to please offspring would be great. Pretty please? With sugar on top? (Mr. Picky does like sugar.)