snippet of motherhood: not my mother's dinnertime

When I was growing up, my mom always said she would never make more than one thing for dinner like (fill in the blank of whomever was the object of ridicule on this topic)...

Well ya know what? I was an only child. In my house, it's pretty much a guarantee that at least one person in my family won't like what's for dinner. I don't necessarily make them something else, but I rarely make them eat something they really don't like (save for something green). I encourage "no thank you" bites if it's something new they are reticent to try. I certainly don't make them sit at the table long after dinner is over in order to choke down some canned beets or overcooked frozen veggies with now-warm milk. (But I'm not bitter...)

Tonight's affront:
salmon, steamed artichokes with butter and lemon, baked sweet potatoes and spinach salad for dinner (and, as luck would have it, an alternate offer of pasta primavera with chicken)...middle son said he would like a pizza bagel (& an artichoke).
There's always one. sigh.

It's no wonder some people feed their dogs from the table...they are grateful for anything you give them!