How Do you Make Them Like Vegetables? + Epic Recipe

Among the many millions of things parents are required to worry about these days, diet has to be in the top five (you know, along with breastfeeding hand-wringing, terrorising each other over gentle parenting, and over-analysing screen-time and media consumption).

*Little pause to give parents time to hyperventilate.*

Better?

Good.

So, my kids actually eat plenty of vegetables, even though I have one super-picky eater <cough> Tigger <cough>, and no handy older kid for the younger ones to want to emulate. And especially with Jude, we did get to the point where he was just eating beige food all the time (being Tigger he has a crazy metabolism, which means if we don't fill him up at dinner, he will wake up starving at 5am). So if that is where you are right now, I hear you sister!

But we tried a few things, and these days, meals are mostly not an issue (knocks on wood).

First and foremost, Simon and I had a long chat to mentally prepare for the tackling of the end of the beige kingdom. You know, reminding each other that Jude was not going to just let himself starve, and that missing a meal is unpleasant, but in Jude's case at least, definitely not life-threatening.

Buoyed up and ready, we simply implemented the "you eat up your plate or you get nothing else". There were tears, there were a few trips to his bedroom so he could calm himself down a bit. There were a couple of missed meals. But once he realised that we did in fact, mean what we said, he simply ate. 

Being a super-picky eater though, there were (still occasionally are!) times when he chose to go to bed hungry rather than finish his plate, but there is no more drama about it. One of the things we definitely did not want to find ourselves doing, was pleading endlessly with him for "one more mouthful of broccoli" with subsequent bribes/punishment/general loss of peace and tempers.

A few extra things that help are:

- soups! Blended! with as much bread as they like! (This is 80% of their lunches, I try many different recipes, I just blend them all. They don't uniformly love them, but they eat them, no problem. And it means I don't feel bad about pasta for dinner if I know they've already eaten plenty of vegetables for lunch.)

- pairing vegetables they refuse with a food they will definitely want seconds off (toad-in-the-hole were the gateway drug for Jude liking peas and green beans).

- when introducing new food/textures/recipes, I do it repeatedly and in very small quantities. Basically, they have an entree of a couple of mouthfuls of something unfamiliar, and once they've (extremely quickly) cleaned up their plates, they can have as much as they like of a familiar food (even if it means just sandwiches). Over time, unfamiliar vegetables and textures become familiar, and voila! One more thing I can make them and rely on them gobbling up.

Hopefully we will get to a point where they are just happy to try new food, but right now in toddlerdom, we'll call it good enough.

As promised though, I also have a magic bullet recipe. It's great for a picnic, has vegetables in, can be eaten hot or cold, made in advance or in 30 minutes and is a huge crowd-pleaser:

Vegetable Cupcakes

(Adapted from an original recipe I found there - it's a great cookbook in general, each recipe has tons of possible alternatives and everything is super easy to make, highly recommend! *I get no money for saying this, not even from Amazon!)

to make around 20 small cupcakes

what it will look like

1 large courgette (or 2 small ones)

1 large carrot

- or around 200g of whichever vegetables you want to use, aubergine would work well for example - 

125g of goat cheese

125g of cheddar/gruyere

175g flour

6 eggs

6 tblsp vegetable oil

preheat the oven to 200C

• grate the carrot and (unpeeled) courgette, crumble the goat cheese and mix together
• grate the cheddar, measure out the flour and add both to the vegetable mix
• combine together
• in a separate bowl, lightly whisk the eggs then add oil, salt and pepper
• whisk together to combine
• pour the egg mixture onto the vegetable mixture
• stir together
• oil your silicone cupcake liners, or don't bother if you are using paper ones
• plop the mixture into each liner - you can fill them up to the top - they will rise in the oven then sink back down a bit
• pop in the oven until the top in brown (15 minutes? I'm not sure, I always just eyeball it)

Voila! As I said, they are good hot or cold. You can make it into a loaf as well, but unless you have a well-oiled silicone cake mold, it will probably stick to the sides, you have been warned!

Now enjoy your picnic, knowing you have manged to get some vegetables in your children.

You are welcome. 

The Messiness of Gratitude

Picture this scene: one woman walks along a street, a plate of food in one hand, a child on one hip, two or three more running about ahead of her. She rings a door, and an harried woman of a similar age opens it, with a similar number of children noisily making their presence known behind her. 

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The first woman has spent her morning wrangling her children whilst trying to cook two meals. Maybe she succeeded, but lost her temper so many times she is basically unable to bear another word from her children. Maybe she succeeded by putting her children in front of screens, and knows she is about the pay for it in kind when she gets home, because the children will be post-screen hellions. Maybe she failed to make her own lunch, and knows that when she gets home after this errand, she will have to face screaming, hangry, children and throw not-particularly-healthy-definitely-not-made-from-scratch food in their general direction and hope that the storm will abate.

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The second woman has spent all morning wrangling her own children whilst feeling exhausted. Maybe the children were up taking turns being sick all night long. Maybe she has a newborn and can barely stand up. Maybe she has depression, and getting out of bed in the morning was a task so wildly beyond her strength that she has not. Or she has, but could do nothing else and now she is dishevelled, stained and harried, and she knows it as she opens the door. 

How is the exchange going to go? we actually all know it already.

Woman 1: Hi! How are you feeling? I made you some lasagna, I hope it's ok.

Woman 2: Oh, wow! Thank you so much! How DO you manage to do all of this? That is just too kind!

Woman 1: Not at all, don't worry, it was absolutely no bother! I had x/y/z reason which made it totally manageable!

Maybe the second woman will close the door and feel inadequate, maybe even resent the first woman. She will appoint herself a failure, and the kind gesture will end up being so poisonous to her self-esteem that it might as well not have happened.

Maybe the second woman will leave feeling slightly short-changed. Maybe she will try and reason that really, she shouldn't be doing these things for gratitude. Maybe she will congratulate herself on her charity and forbearance, but somehow it will feel hollow. And she will definitely not consider how terrible she made that other woman feel by pretending like taking on extra duties is absolutely no bother, since she has everything so much under control so much of the time.

Recently I have been reflecting on such scenes, on how they might repeat themselves with swapped roles on another aspect of life, or even the same one, a few months later or prior. There is a lot that can (and is!) said about our various charisms, and how they complement each other. How we shouldn't feel guilty when another appears more successful in certain aspects of life. All good things, and needing to be said.

But I wonder whether there isn't something more broadly amiss in such scenes, beyond the problems of self-esteem. We, the two women in this exchange, are hiding from each other. Maybe we are even hiding behind virtuous-sounding excuses - "I am being so humble by recognising her mastery", "I am actually avoiding putting extra-guilt on her shoulders by glossing over my own efforts" - We must be doing something right, right? 

Except no.

What we are doing is hiding. Hiding from the terrible, terrifying truth of what is truly at work in such scenes. What we do not, ever, want to admit, is that behind every such act of service given and received, there is an "I love you". And love is messy, vulnerable and binding. How can we possibly brook such a thing? Love isn't nice, and tidy. Love is not fair. Love often means  being in debt with each other. Depending on each other.

We don't really know how to give and receive love between friends anymore, I think. We certainly don't know how to give and receive it from acquaintances. From that pesky "neighbour" of Jesus'. That guy who just happens to be nearby, rather than one we have chosen and cultivated so that we feel good in his presence.

We can't possibly expose ourselves that way. We can't be seen to give love when we render a service, one that requires sacrifice. We can't possible focus on receiving love by being simply grateful, or seeing the loving act for what it is. No. It's much safer to pretend like it was no bother. Not a service. Not an act of love. 

Just you know, a thing that doesn't matter.

It's not like we're expected to just go about and just GIVE LOVE to all and sundry. That's just preposterous.

No one has greater love than this, to lay down one's life for one's friends. You are my friends if you do as I command you. I do not call you servants any longer, because the servant does not know what the master is doing; but I have called you friends, because I have made known to you everything that I have heard from my Father. You did not choose me but I chose you. And I appointed you to go and bear fruit, fruit that will last so the the Father will give you whatever you ask him in my name. I am giving you these commands so that you may love one another.

John 15: 13-17

Just Do That One Thing

"I doing push-ups Maman!"

For a while now, I have been meaning to write about resolutions, and how to keep them and all the things that can help you do just that.

Funnily enough, this is something that I would not have pictured myself doing. At. All. just a couple of years ago. 

I tell a lie. 

I did not manage to follow through on a single resolution in my entire life until January 2017. I had even created a whole rationalisation about it, involving excuses about how I am not naturally self-disciplined and bla, bla, bla. And yet, somehow, in 2017 I did it. Almost effortlessly. I somehow became a self-discipline aficionada, a habit evangelist, the worst person to whom you could ever tell you mean to pick up a new habit/resolution (unless you are ready to be drowned in advice, pointers and bullet-pointed action plans - if that is the case, then please, do come my way! My friends will thank you for the respite).

So anyway. What turned me into a resolution bully, I hear a chorus of sweet voices wondering?

I'm so glad you asked.

There were books, there were tick charts, considering motivation, pegging new habits to old ones, there were many things. And they all helped, and I am happy to detail them (in fact, I probably will - consider yourself warned - because this is my blog, and I think the whole thing is fascinating). But a couple of weeks back, it suddenly clicked. I suddenly realised what had actually made the change. 

The Heroic Minute. (Scroll down, it's number 206 - I mean, don't scroll down, read, Escriva is the best, but you know, not all of it is directly relevant to this post.)

The resolution I took in January 2017 was to get up at 6am every morning,and to get up straight away. And now, looking back, I can trace all my subsequent successful habit-creation to that one decision. 

I can see why that would be the case on a practical level: I gave myself more time by doing it, and also made it very tangible that I could have more time if I needed (which I did, I now get up at 5:30am). Getting up before the children also did wonders to my attitude towards them, since I wake myself up to do things I want to do, rather than being dragged out of bed (figuratively) kicking and screaming (also figuratively - most of the time) by the noise of my waking children. The still-sleeping children are also a huge help by acting like a kind of time bomb, which makes it very relevant that I DO get up RIGHT NOW because every minute counts. All these obvious built-in motivational factors definitely helped me keep the resolution, and I don't doubt that having succeeded once, I felt empowered to take on more. 

All this is true.

But I think the true reason behind why this was such an effective habit to pick up is this: Escriva describes it as starting the day with a victory over yourself which then sets the right tone for the rest of your waking hours. I personally prefer to think of it as starting the day by punching Satan in the face - and who wouldn't want to do that?
Feel free to ignore my slightly violent tendencies - but in any case try it! Since I'm backed by a saint on this one, I feel confident this will have tremendous impact on your life, so go set a time and tomorrow, get up, straight away. Start your day mastering yourself, I guarantee you won't regret it.