One of the parts of parenthood that I'm getting used to is that despite one's best intentions, some conflicts still occur.
I had every intention of raising four year olds who would eat all sorts of vegetables, from asparagus to zucchini. I was not going to be the mom who struggled trying to get her children to eat their veggies. I've read lots of books. I've tried recipes from lots of books. And yet here we are.
Turns out they are just as (picky) discerning as I was as a child.
Needless to say, we still ask them to try everything on their plates. They don't have to clear their plates, they don't have to eat cold mac and cheese in the morning, but they at least need to try various foods.
It was stunning at their last checkup, when the doctor asked my son what his favorite food was, he said beans. I thought - who are you, and what have you done with my son??!? But he does appear to like green beans, the fresh green beans that we steam with a little olive oil and salt.
My husband made couscous the other night. It took awhile before anyone was hungry, but eventually the statement was made, "we can't go outside until you eat your couscous". My daughter tried it, and exclaimed "it tastes like bagels!"
I'll explain. My son likes bagels, a lot. So whenever he tries something and likes it, he says it tastes like bagels - whether or not it actually tastes like a bagel.
With each new food we introduce (and re-introduce), and remind them that they have tried before and liked the last time they tried it...we work towards a more diverse mealtime. Maybe someday we'll be able to try falafel.