Hot dog? Hot dog?
That’s the refrain I hear every day, although when Connor says it, hot dog sounds more like “hawk gog”.
And while I appreciate and occasionally enjoy one of America’s greatest contributions to food and baseball, I worry that my boy takes his patriotism a step too far.
Certainly there are other foods preschoolers enjoy, if only Connor would eat them! We regularly cycle through chicken nuggets, cheese pizza, quesadillas, grilled cheese, and once in a blue moon, that other American delight, the hamburger.
French fries, goldfish crackers, peanut butter and crackers all make appearances along with that healthy list of “entrees” above. If I’m very lucky he’ll eat applesauce or banana slices along with his serving of carbohydrates and processed meat.
Unfortunately for Connor none of those meals travel very well in a lunch box. the idea of eating a cold, uncooked hotdog for lunch is pretty revolting.
So he gets the one lunch item that can be served room temperature, and that graces millions of lunch boxes, the almighty peanut butter sandwich! And I don’t want to brag or anything, but I make a mean pb&j. Sometimes I even switch out the jam for honey! Shocking, I know, but true all the same.
And while I’m sure Connor loves having the same lunch everyday (Because really, who doesn’t?), perhaps I should switch it up some. But what to substitute, that is the question!
Toddlers, preschoolers and autistic children all share one thing in common: they are notoriously picky eaters! My doctor told of an autistic patient who ate virtually nothing aside from French fries! This child had grown in to a tall healthy young man despite his limited nutrient supply, but I’m not confident the same will be true for my child.
I do my best giving him vitamins and sneaking fruit or vegetables into baked goods. I vary his juices, I make sure the foods he will eat are primarily whole grain, organic, kosher, low sugar, etc., whatever I can do to limit the bad quality of those highly un-nutritious foods.
I guess my point today is this: help me. Help me please! Send me your recipes or your tips. Share your stories of pick eaters. Please reassure me that he’ll grow out of this.
Man surely cannot live by hotdog alone.