We've been playing a new game at our house.
You could call it Mommy-is-Sick-of-Feeding-the-Ungrateful-Masses, but as I am not bitter, it's really about a simple points system.
I told my food-fearing, taste-starved children that I was going to cook what I wanted for dinner and no one was going to make them try a bite of anything anymore. They were in charge of their own hungry tummies for each meal and they couldn't be unkind about the food I make and that whining about dinner would no longer be tolerated. (Then I throw in the sweet part...) "However," I said, "every time you try something new, a nickel-sized bite of something, you will get a point. If you get ten points, you will get a prize. You'll get a bonus date with mom and dad, a game rental from the Redbox, a snowcone... (stuff around a dollar)"
And I left it at that.
It has been magic!!!
Just last night, watching Bryce dig into a mushroom-filled wild rice casserole was more rewarding than finishing a good book.
Over the last two weeks my kids have eaten kale chips, kohlrabi, carrots, that rice casserole, steak sauce and grilled garlic spread on grilled french bread. The funniest part is how surprised they are that they actually like things.
I didn't think it would work this well.
They only amendment I made to the original statement is that they could get up to five points per new thing (to encourage truly tasting what they put in their mouths).
We have had snow cones, rented Epic Mickey...and that's just the beginning. Bryce is DEFINITELY in the lead on this. He just cleared his third set of ten yesterday. Ella's had two and Dane one.
The final benefit is that I'm enjoying dinner again. Family dinner is quality time instead of tense and unhappy. I'm not afraid to share that in the past I have left the table in tears because food and filling tummies has always equaled love to me. I think my love may be better spent elsewhere, instead of using it as a cooking ingredient.





