My husband has always been a picky eater. He has always insisted he is selective, not picky. As long as there’s meatpotatoesveg on his plate, he’ll clean it, he says. If there’s gravy, so much the better, even lumpy gravy! He doesn’t like things that sound as if they were bought at a health food store — quinoa, wheat germ, tofu, edamame — although he has eaten all of them unknowingly, and liked them.
The list of things Peter will not eat is varied: tomatoes, the teeniest, eensiest bit of fat, cucumbers, pasta, rice, cheesecake, peanut butter, mac and cheese, cornbread, dill pickles, quiche, cranberries…I could go on.
Nowdays, because he doesn’t — can’t — cook anymore, he eats what’s put in front of him. This change allows me to fix meals I like more often instead of always catering to the meatpotatoesveg dictum.
Used to be, if I fixed pasta, which I love, he’d mutter and growl. Now we have it once a week or so and he doesn’t say a word. Maybe he doesn’t remember he never liked it, or maybe he likes it now, I don’t know. Other meals, I’ll sometimes fix two green veg, no potatoes, and substitute beans for meat. Not. A. Whimper.
Recently I prepared turkey cutlets and quartered red potatoes marinated in lemon juice, rosemary, and olive oil. Cranberries I cooked in hard cider, with a smushy apple, and a bit of sugar. Yummy. I nearly fell off my chair when Peter not only cleaned his plate, but carefully scraped out the tiny bowl of cranberries I’d given him and served himself some more!
He pointed to the bowl and said, “Are they good for me?”
I nodded, he smiled, then licked his spoon.
Thanksgiving is upon us. Cranberries!
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If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed in a million years that Peter would eat a cranberry let alone a side dish worth! Good indeed.
And today he was miffed that I spread the remaining cranberries on my turkey sandwich!
Give Peter a high five! He sure knows what are the important food groups: meat and potatoes. Forget the veg! I grew up on meat and potatoes too and still my favorite meal. (Donna and I still talk about our fav meal at OU: roast beef, mashed potatoes, Lima beans!) But taste buds change and also diminish with age, let alone memory. Years ago we quit red meat, and while we “eat healthy” for the most part, you put me to shame, Judy, with your cooking and baking! Your caregiving is awesome, in all respects. cj
Thanks for your vote of confidence, but I really don’t cook much anymore, bake even less. BTW, I remember you being so excited when it was roastbeefmashedpotatoes night! 😉
Nice story, but we WILL be having meat, right? : )))
He. Ate. Cranberries. No words other than WOW!!! Bring on the veggies Mama!!