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Broke Wife, Big City
How to get your
kids to eat Thanksgiving dinner
By Aprill Brandon
I have mentioned many times in this particular column of mine that I
love Thanksgiving. The holiday that asks nothing of you besides
gluttony and drunkenness. I don’t even mind that I’m now the one in
charge of the cooking, because in the end it all leads to the gluttony
and drunkenness. Plus, I found a recipe for deep-fried stuffing balls
that has completely changed the entire Thanksgiving game, if not my
entire life.
What I don’t love, however, is being the parent of small children at
Thanksgiving. Because after spending eight hours cooking, the last
thing I want to do is spend another eight hours negotiating with tiny
picky dictators about trying the food I just lovingly poured my heart
and soul into. Not even eating the food, mind you. Just trying one
miniscule bite. A bite so small that technically it shouldn’t exist
according to current laws of physics.
But no matter how delicious everything is, no matter how much it has
been bathed in practically pornographic amounts of butter and lard, no
matter how kid-friendly I attempt to make everything, my children will
take one look at their plate and immediately start howling about the
disgusting mush of dog poop and gravel I apparently just set in front
of them.
True story. This is the conversation I had with my not quite 3-year-old
last year:
“I can’t eat this, Mommy. It’s gross.”
“Which part is gross, baby?”
“All of it.”
Ah, music to an exhausted and slightly drunk Thanksgiving cook’s ears.
He doesn’t even like mashed potatoes, which I didn’t even know was
humanly possible.
And this year, his younger sister just learned how to shriek “No!” so
it should be a beautiful dinnertime duet of denial this time around.
But I decided that after last year, which ended with a tantrum (and my
toddler was crying too) and an exclamation of “oh, just eat a stupid
roll,” that I would do things differently this year. I would come
prepared this year. I would WIN this year.
Which is why since March I have been brainstorming ideas on how I can
get my kids to eat my Thanksgiving food without tears and fighting and
threats (or at the very least, only minimal threats). And I am here to
share my wisdom, because it’s not impossible to get even the pickiest
of kids to eat Thanksgiving dinner; it just takes a little ingenuity.
So, here are your Aunty Aprill’s tips for tricking getting your kids to
eat Thanksgiving dinner:
Mold the mashed potatoes into an elaborate statue of a Mickey Mouse.
Tell them sweet potatoes are potatoes made with candy.
This one is rather labor intensive, but if you can, puree some turkey
and stuffing and then, using a syringe, stuff some M&M’s with the
puree.
Hire a playground bully to stand menacingly in the corner and glare at
them until they take three BIG bites of the three bean salad.
Tell them Christmas won’t come unless they eat everything on their
plate.
Instead of a turkey, mold some mac and cheese into the shape of a
turkey (but the GOOD kind from a box, none of that fancy, homemade,
gourmet cheese sauce crap).
Don’t feed them for three days beforehand. Who’s brussel sprouts
sauteed with bacon are icky now, starving peasant child?
A less severe version of the above tip: Only feed them peas and water
three days beforehand.
Tell them that Elmo made the cranberry sauce.
Pour melted chocolate over their entire plate.
Use sibling rivalry to your advantage. Whoever eats the most turkey
gets the most Christmas presents.
Only serve rolls with butter. Or, if they’re really picky, only serve
butter.
And, if all else fails, just drink wine until you don’t care what
anyone eats.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
Can’t get enough of Aprill? Can’t wait until next week?
Check out her website at http://aprillbrandon.com/
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