Take, for example the 4 quarts of homemade, roasted pumpkin puree that is currently sitting in my freezer.
In retrospect, don’t know why I let my kid talk me into getting three pie pumpkins. It might be because they were 3 for $5. Who knows. I’ve taken a vow to reduce the waste in our household, which means why would I just toss three perfectly good pie pumpkins after my son–having achieved acquisition–promptly got bored of them?
You don’t. So you find something to do with them.
And your kid decides he doesn’t like the taste of pumpkin.
And this is how you have ladies who go pumpkin spice nutso… not because they really like pumpkin spice stuff. No, no. They have kids who wanted 3 pumpkins for $5 and a guilt complex about food waste.
We did pumpkin oatmeal. We did pumpkin seeds. We did pumpkin pancakes and risotto and spaghetti. And after the first three attempts, kidlet was turned off merely because I said the word “pumpkin.” Kid, you can’t say no. What am I going to do with 16 cups of roasted pumpkin puree? I couldn’t even bring myself to toss a bag of frozen broccoli.
I needed faith. And I needed to put my faith in the book. No, not that book. The one where some parenting expert believes quite firmly that it takes up to eleven attempts to get a kid to accept a new food.
Can’t lie, though, so it’s time to practice the fine art of timely evasion.
“Mom, what’s in this?”
Oh, you know. A bunch of things. Some spinach, flour… all sorts of stuff. Try it and let me know what you think.
“Blehgh. What’s really in this?”
Never mind. Here have a muffin.
“What’s in this??” *eyeballs it suspiciously*
It’s just a muffin.
“I don’t want it.”
OK well you go play your game. I’ll just leave it here. Try a bite and tell me what you think so I know if it’s any good for my website.
*5 minutes later*
“These are pretty good mom! Can I take them for lunch? Can I have another?”
I smile and nod. Yesssss.
“They are carrot, right?”
“WHAT??? THESE ARE PUMPKIN?”
Yup. I told you you have to keep trying the stuff in different ways, right?
“Huh. Maybe daddy won’t like them and I can keep them all for me.”
Maybe, kid! Maybe.
Aaaand, my work here is done. 16 more batches of roasted pumpkin muffins, coming up…