Wednesday, November 29, 2006
I have found one good reason to persevere with Broccoli.
According to that very reliable source of great quotations, the internet, George W Bush said : " I do not like broccoli. And I haven't liked it since I was a little kid and my mother made me eat it. And I'm President of the United States and I'm not going to eat any more broccoli. "
Clearly I have a duty as a parent to feed my children broccoli at every given opportunity and to instill in them a lifetime's love of this green hero of the supermarket. If only George Bush's mother had got it right.
I feel sometimes as if I have unleashed people's private passions about vegetables. Read this thread on a BBC Food Message Board. It started off as an innocent appeal for Broccoli recipes and ended up as a etymological discussion of brassica oleracea botyris asparagoides.
I have been referred to wikipedia articles, quoted at by the Oxford English Dictionary but most touchingly of all, been sent the most enticing range of broccoli recipes to tempt young master Frederic. You can see him now with his sister in the top right hand of the blogsite. Anyway, Freddie is a little in awe of this public warmth for the brassica and bravely chomped his way through broccoli pesto and pasta this evening, whirred up by my own fair hands. He liked it - not a lot - but he liked it.
I'm thinking of suggesting a new book title for Lauren Child - "I will not never ever eat broccoli" with a new character, George W Bean.
Monday, November 27, 2006
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Sunday, November 12, 2006
A good few of you have been extolling the virtues of culinary subterfuge. Hide the vegetables! Coat them, puree them, ketchup them, mash them, blend them - just don't let on to Freddie. I like the glamour of secrecy.... the curious feeling of power as I trick my unwitting infants into eating their worst nightmares. But the truth is it hasn't worked. Maybe I'm not made out to be a mother-turned Mata Hari. I admit I have used such tactics in the past. But the GreatBVC is about a new approach. It's about trying to inspire change. Learning new ways of cooking. Going on an adventure to find out what works in other homes. And having a laugh in the process. Or not, as the case might be.
So with this new spirit of glasnost, I returned last night to artichokes. This time tinned. And Freddie and his sister were given passata, mozarella, lardons of bacon and sliced up artichokes to place in an artistic fashion on two pre-made pizza bases. And do you know what - it actually worked. He handled them, knew what they were and most importantly ate a few on his pizza. So the challenge continues....
Friday, November 10, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Anyhow I've brought them home and put them pride of place in the kitchen. Fred is interested. He thinks they look like something out of Jurassic Park and has asked if they have meat inside.
Maybe that's what the artichoke junkies get all breathless about.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
First thing this morning I checked my blog and experienced what must be very special to all fledgling blogger - a buzz from the fact that people had visited the site and added their thoughts. People from Canada, Singapore, and even far-flung Norfolk. Thank you.I went down to breakfast which is prepared with military precision by my husband at 7 am. He runs our house as if it were a kind of bootcamp for weaklings. We are yelled at to get dressed quickly, asked whether we have the right equipment for the day - sports kit, Oyster Card, coat, correct shoes etc. But then his bootcamp has a strange edge. Classical music is piped into the kitchen. All tastes in bread are catered for. And for me there are added privileges. Coffee and newspapers. I am very very lucky.I mentioned to everyone my small triumph in the world of blogging. Husband was impressed but worried about the implications of time-wasting in the morning if I was checking my blog rather than getting ready for his 7am- sharp breakfast. Daughter asked why her brother and not her had inspired a blog. ( Sibling rivalry is big in our house.) And Freddie? Well he looked up from his brown toast with honey ( always the same, every single breakfast) and said. "Twenty-eight visitors? You still have something like 6 billion to go then." He likes statistics. And he has an unerring knack of bringing me back down to earth with a bump.But I am undeterred. I've decided I need a strategy to make the GreatBVC work. As Fred is complete in his dislike of vegetables I will set about introducing the A to Z of Veg. First stop, the Artichoke. I don't know what to do with it but might as well start at the deep end.
Monday, November 06, 2006
In the end freddie's love of puddings persuades him to eat four peas. No more - no less. Four measly specks of green. And to cap it all as he places them in his mouth he retches. Then I feel sorry for him.
You might be thinking does it matter if he eats them. Well no, of course not in the grand scheme of things, it matters zippo. But its the same WHATEVER vegetable I give him. We have dramas over peas, carrots, courgettes, broad beans, green beans, avocados, tomatoes, mushrooms, onions - everything but potatoes. Sweetcorn he will eat reluctantly. He picks everything off pizza, sieves soup, searches in casseroles to extract any trace of vegetable. Its not a pretty sight. If it really were just peas that made him retch of course he wouldn't have to try. But surely he can't ban every goddam vegetable on the planet. Now if any of you have any neat ideas with peas, send them my way. I'll try them out. And I promise not to retch.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Let me start with the basics. I am a mother of two children (I will resist the temptation to add the obligatory "wonderful") who represent polar opposites in terms of their relationship with vegetables. My daughter, who is ten, has always enjoyed food, relished new tastes and even been prepared to eat foods that she doesn't particularly enjoy. My son however, who has many talents, cannot count vegetable-eating among them. In his seven years he has been nothing if not consistent - consistently refusing all vegetables barring potatoes and sweetcorn. Now I do realise that in the grand scheme of small fussy-eaters he wouldn't warrant a second glance. I have read about a boy who survived on nothing but jam sandwiches all of his childhood, of a girl who will only eat food that is brown in colour. My son at seven wouldn't even get a nomination in the Fussy Eating Oscars compared to the likes of those two. But I don't want his determination to avoid vegetables to be overlooked. It shows sticking power. All I want to achieve though in this challenge is to cajole, charm or even trick him into eating just a little more than potatoes. I read that there are 200 types to choose from and thousands of variations on those to try. There has to be something that he will like. And given all the pressure on us as a parents to get our kids to eat healthily it almost feels like a legal obligation to at least try. No doubt in twenty years time there will be newspaper reports of children suing their parents for failing to instill healthy eating habits in them. Maybe a passive-snacking law will be passed to protect the impressionable dears from being exposed to unhealthy eating habits. Anyhow in the spirit of the World Wide Web I am opening up this blog to all of you parents out there who have tried and succeeded to introduce your offspring to the joys of carrots, peas, lettuce, spinach, asparagus, avocado, beetroot, green beans - in fact any vegetable. Any ideas gratefully received.