embracing his inner italian
Henry is a pretty good eater. We are lucky to have a kiddo who isn't too picky and usually eats his meals with gusto. And, he enjoys a variety of delectables from beets to applesauce and kale salad to steak. He will mostly try everything at least once and then make his choice about whether or not to go for it again. And, worse case scenario, if he isn't a huge fan of the main course prepared, he will usually enjoy some side dish of sweet potato or avocado that is readily available. But alas, one delicious food remained untouched day after day on the little dude's plate: pasta! No matter the shape of the noodle or sauce that we tried, Henry looked skeptically at the pasta before him and defiantly said no to the spaghetti! And those offending noodles had to be removed completely from his sight! How dare they remain on his tray even for a moment. The Italian mama in me was so sad. I tried over and over again to demonstrate the deliciousness of this complex carb, but Henry would not have any of it.
Then a break through! After months of this Italian pasta stand-off, a thawing in negotiations was mediated at the lunch table between Henry and Mema. Henry brought one noodle to his mouth and magically partook of the entire plate offered! WHAT!?!? Huzzah! We have a pasta man at last.