A couple weeks ago I wrote about making chicken quesadillas loaded up with hidden veggies, and how my kids actually gobbled them up. I did want to share though the moment of panic and eventual new found respect for my six year old that was part of the quesadilla process.
As I was making dinner, my six year old unexpectedly made his way into the kitchen rather than staying out in the sandbox and walked in just as I was zipping through spinach, zucchini and carrots in the food processor. The end result of this mixture is a very very bright (pretty actually) green mixture, that is a bit hard to hide from a nosy kid. Of course he asks me what it is which creates an entire litany of possible answers, and follow up conversations in my head. After very quickly running through these (or maybe it was just blurting it out because I wasn’t quick enough to come up with something better) I just told him it was some vegetables and he left it at that. I had dodged a bullet.
Then when it was time for actual dinner, his little brain suddenly remembered the bright green mush and he asks if I put the vegetables into the quesadillas. Crap! I looked at the nicely plated quesadillas and feared that I would be the only one eating them. But again, I’m not quick enough and give the honest answer of “yes”. Though I did follow it up pretty smoothly in my best excited voice that what was really COOL about those vegetables was that they were HIDDEN, and so they were going to make our dinner healthy and he wouldn’t even be able to taste them. He says, “I’d better test them.” Then he takes a bite, makes a very serious I’m thinking while eating look that for some reason always involves looking up, smiles and gives me an equally serious thumbs up. And he meant it as he ate a ton of those quesadillas.
Actually, unlike his younger brothers, he has been very good with the whole transition, so I need to give him some credit. Since he’s a little older, I can explain things to him (like that I’m trying to have us eat healthier) and he’ll sometimes go along with it. I think it also helps that he’s become more willing to try new things as he gets older and they talk about nutrition at school. Regardless, he hasn’t complained about my non-processed foods, even when some of them haven’t turned out so well, and he’s even been trying to help get his younger brothers excited about eating them. So good job Cullen! and Thanks!