Sunday, August 5, 2007

Pickles

Our birth kids are crazy for dill pickles. If you were to throw a single dill pickle in the middle of the dinner table, you would get a reaction similar to throwing a piece of meat into a tank of starving piranha. When F.G. first came to America, she saw how much our kids clamored for dill pickles and decided to try one. I wish I had a picture of the expression on her face when she put it into her mouth. It was clear that this was not ever going to be a food F.G. would tolerate.

I heard that when you are introducing a new food to a child, you should offer it to them about 30 times before you decide that they don't like it. CrazyMom and I certainly found this effect to be true with Ethiopian food. The first few times we tried it we did not care for it too much, then we were neutral on it, and now we enjoy it.

Tonight, towards the end of supper F.G. was clamoring for us to open up the one gallon jar of dill pickles we had – for dessert. To get an idea about how big these pickles were, the side of a jar said one serving was 1/5 of a pickle. F.G. along with our four birth kids each happily munched a whole one down.

Now, if we can just get K.D. to like anything other than pizza, mac and cheese and ice cream, we will be all set.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hmmm...gotta remember that thing about trying something 30 times! great story. jcn