Why are some children picky eaters when their siblings are not? When I was young I was the pickiest eater. I could use some of that discretion now. My parents said that when I was a toddler, I ate everything. Even peas (my mosted hated food). Then at one point I just decided that I didn’t like anything. This was my diet: Heinz spaghetti in a can, Kraft Dinner, pizza, McDonalds hamburgs with ketchup, Liptons Chicken Noodle Soup, and Froot Loops. At one point my parents had to take me to the doctor to see if what I was eating was going to be a problem.
My parents tried everything to introduce new foods. One evening will stay with me forever. My dad got home from work and my mom had dinner ready for all of us. My mom put a spoonful of mashed potatoes on my plate. I stared at them. I said, “I’m not eating it!”
“You are going to eat them or wear them,” said my dad.
“Whatever.”
Not sure if my dad had a bad day or whether he was fed up with having to make separate meals for me but he did it. He scooped his hand into the big bowl of mashed potatoes and smeared them all over my head. In my hair. In my ears. Up my nostrils. I was shocked. I looked to my mom for some solace. Nothing. She started to laugh. My brother. Laughing. Everyone laughing but me. My mom took me into the kitchen and put me under the tap to clean me up. I eat my mashed potatoes to this very day. Thank god she didn’t put a pea on my plate.
I think as you get older you get out of the pickiness somewhat. Its just not socially acceptable to be a picky adult eater. It really is why fast food is so successful. You can be a picky eater. You can always find something on a menu to eat and eat it every time you go. If you can’t find something to eat, you just drive to next restaurant or go to an ole standby. I would have never ordered mashed potatoes but they got served.
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