If you have a picky eater, I can sympathize with you. My little girl, Andie, literally starts crying when I put vegetables on her plate.
I don’t know what happened, but about the time she turned three, she began turning down my Parmesan zucchini and turning up her nose to butter beans.
Just the other day on a muggy afternoon in Mississippi, she and I (she’s 5 now) were sitting with my father-in-law, Doc, on the back porch.
Doc is a biology professor and was educating us on the migration of groundhogs. He mentioned that he had seen a dead one on the side of the road. I noticed that Andie had stopped paying attention, so, just to shock her back to the conversation, I said, “Mmm, Andie, doesn’t that sound good? We can go get it for supper tonight! Groundhog road kill, mashed potatoes and green beans!”
Without missing a beat, she grimaced and said, “Eww, green beans!”
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I have a long row to hoe.
John McMillan
Associate Editor