I cook and eat a lot of chicken. It's even a joke with one of my friends. Whatever! It's easy! And dependable! And versatile! And also a little bland...
Yes, I like bland food. Seriously. Like I would fit right in in Great Britain where food has zero taste.
Well, George must take after his father... because last week he tried enchiladas. I was worried that he might not like it, but he kept reaching for my fork, so I gave him a bite! I seriously couldn't shovel it into his mouth fast enough! He loves enchiladas!
So my discovery is that maybe I need to spice up some of George's food. Maybe (sometimes) the problem isn't my picky toddler... but my bland food. So I'm working on spicing things up.
In other news: Our "throwing food on the floor" problem has been temporarily solved. George just doesn't like to feed himself--especially if he doesn't know if he's going to like it. So, when introducing new foods (or if he starts throwing), I feed him... and he usually eats it up! We still have a sippy-cup-throwing problem. More on that when I figure out how to get him to drink it more than once before throwing it.
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