In college, I continued to explore new foods, well, as much as you can do in Maine. I even learned to cook some of them. And then, I met Andy.
Andy also grew up with some good old German cooking, so he picked up that love of meat and potatoes. He never had much opportunity to branch out because, get this, he can't eat onions. When I say he can't eat onions, I mean any onions. Even the 1/2 teaspoon of dehydrated onions in taco sauce mix is enough to give him serious heartburn. You know, that kind of heartburn that burns right up to the back of your throat and keeps you awake all night. The kind of heartburn that most women who have been pregnant know all too well.
Oh, and to top it off. He's extra sensitive to smells too. He can't even stand the smell of lunch meat or tuna, and forget Kipper snacks.
So, I married Andy knowing that I would spend the rest of my life reading the ingredients on every single package of food. I knew that we would only be going to restaurants that post the ingredients to their foods on a menu or website. I knew my beloved Italian Hoagies would not be welcomed in the house. What I didn't know was that I would end up with a child that got his daddy's food aversions, and his aunt's fussiness. Dinner planning is hell.
A few weeks ago I asked the wonderful ladies on Baby Center to give me some new ideas. I just can't keep making the same 6-7 things every night. It's been ten years of this, and I need something new! I got some great ideas and tried a week of new meals. I was hoping that Andy would tolerate them all, and maybe even one of them would be a home run. What I got was a grand slam. Not only did he like the Chili turkey and rice; the bow ties, sausage and cream; and the crock pot roast beef with pepperoncinis, but he even ate the leftovers of every single one! The only thing that would have made it better would have been if Michael had eaten any of it.
Next, Bridget provided me with a crock pot recipe for pork, as requested. That's what started the hunt for plantains...which I have not abandoned yet. I may have to drive to Georgia to get them, but I've done sillier things in my life.
Here are the results of my BBQ Pork Cuban Wraps. The Swiss Cheese is what really makes them.
And here are the left overs.
I was planning on doing pulled pork sandwiches for dinner Friday, but Andy insists that he needs to have one tonight after golf. Home Run!
However, not everyone was as pleased with dinner.
Here is the rice that Michael wouldn't eat.
Yes, that's chocolate milk in there. Ewwww....
Here is the face I got when I presented him with the tortilla.
And the drama continues.
Hey, maybe I can make a chocolate milk burrito!
Sigh. I want to know what I did to deserve this torture. I always ate my veggies. I even ate my sister's veggies sometimes!