I fenagled a recipe together last night for salisbury steak keeping it completely allergen free for K-man. The side dish was broccoli. My husband and I both thought it turned out really well, and I had to keep Hubster's hands out of the pot after his third trip to the stove.
I dipped one of K's little spoons in the gravy and held it out to him while he meandered around the kitchen and said, "here...want your spoon?" He reached for it, stopped, suspiciously eyed the gravy, said "No!", and took off running in the other direction. This from the child who will guzzle motrin out of the little measuring cup that comes on top of the bottle. Then I skewered a little piece of meat on one of his toddler forks, put it down at toddler level, and said, "How about a fork?". "NO!" and off he went to make a running lap around the kitchen island (which, by the way, ended him right back in front of the offending piece of meat on the fork). Third time's a charm, right? I picked out a piece of broccoli and thought that maybe if I just handed him something nonchalantly straight from my hand that it might go over better.
He was busy trying to outsmart the child lock on the cabinet in the kitchen, so I scooted over there, put the broccoli close to him and said, "Here...hold this for mama." This time he spun around, gave a glance at the little green tree, and took off running and squealing. Broccoli makes my child squeal, apparently. So, as the mature adult in this situation what did I do? I chased after him with the piece of broccoli out in front of me while he ran from me alternating between squealing and laughing. Who says you can't play with food?
PS - He never ate the broccoli.
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I think you handled that rather well. Michael won't touch the Salisbury Steak...which is fine with me. It's too yummy to share anyway.
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