Raising an Adventurous Eater

An ongoing reel of memories seems to be part and parcel to raising kids. It's kind of like living with little ghosts. I see their taut limbs draped across bedclothes while they sleep and flash back to a pair of chunky thighs curled up in a bassinet.  I hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall, and recall the tiny patter of a toddler’s feet, along with the distinct sound of a diaper in motion.  It was only yesterday, really. 

For me, food memories are the most predominant of all.  Like the time I took my daughter, Isabelle to brunch at friend’s house.  Barely old enough to stand upright, she ambled over to a low table and snatched a blini with smoked salmon and crème fraiche from a serving platter.  My first inclination was to bend down and say, “Oh honey, you’re probably not going to like that.”  But a light bulb went off, and I realized I shouldn’t make any assumptions with regards to my kids’ food preferences. 

Since then, I'm forever marveling over what they'll eat without out blinking an eye:  squid ink pasta, braised sweetbreads, stinky cheese, seaweed salad, breast milk ice cream </a>(ok, kidding on that last one).  I wonder what would have happened if I had hesitated every time one of them wanted to try something unusual, or if I had refrained from cooking foods not considered “kid friendly.” 

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