I recently made a wonderful Sweet Potato & Black Bean Chili for dinner. It had great flavor, a little heat and it was such a nice switch from the normal meat laden chili’s we are used to.
That is unless, you are the rest of my family.
I got’a tell ya, I am still a we bit sensitive about my cooking skills. Before my husband and I were married my cooking skills consisted of cookies, and spaghetti with sauce from a jar. In fact my husband will tell you he was pretty sure I lived off of cereal and ice cream… and he was pretty much right.
Fast forward two years to finding out I was pregnant with our first child. Me, who had very little material instinct let alone domestic tendencies had all those lovely mothering hormones raging and I spent those nine months slowly learning to cook. My vision; based in my childhood memory of my own mothers amazing home cooked meals.
I hoped that at the very least I would be the best cook my kids knew, and that they would have the same fond memories of the cooking that made me think so fondly of home.
eeerrrrRRRK! [slamming breaks as I return to reality.] The reality is I am lucky if one person likes what I make at each meal. It appears that it is not so much how I cook, things aren’t burnt …often.
No, its more like my husband, and now my children seem to be on a completely different taste planet than me.
I don’t know how this happened! I have been the one to feed them from the start. I have not changed how we eat a great deal, and yet… I just can’t seem to catch a break.
No matter what I cook there is always someone who will turn up their nose, and heaven forbid I do try something new. So, what is a mother to do? I have to admit that far too often I want to give up. I want to throw in the towel literally, and just let everyone eat as they please. Forget health, forget balance, forget it all, and while they eat — goodness knows whatever, I will go back to my staple diet of ice cream.
Except… I can’t.
No, God made me the mother and HE (because I certainly had no interest earlier in life) gave me this intense passion to prepare wholesome healthy meals for my family. Even my husband– who accuses me of causing him to live longer (time will tell on that one honey,) will have to persevere with my cooking and cooking experiments.
No, I can’t throw in the towel, and armed with the information that I learned in Making Baby Food 101, taste is learned. We all have a tendency for sweet, after all mothers milk is sweet, but after milk all other tastes are learned. And sometimes it can take up to 20 experiences for a taste to be trained… so I’m told, though I’m pretty sure I have fed my kids broccoli more than 20 times.
Anyway, I digress.
So, I suppose all I can do is take a few deep breaths and go back to the drawing board, there is always the opportunity for success at breakfast, right?