Veggie Tales

What is it about the word “Vegetable” that makes children cringe and grown men run for the nearest drive thru window? I have become extremely adept at disguising my veggies in unobtrusive little packages however every plate I clear has a tiny pile of mushroom or carrot. I’ve taken to grating, grinding and mashing, carrot, zucchini and even celery into sauces and even into pizza crust just so the Munchkins (Jazz 4, Eli 3, Madi 18 months) and their larger cohorts (Kyle 25 husband, JP 22 brother, and Mac 21 brotha from anotha motha) will eat their daily quota.
Like a hound dog they can smell a healthy meal a mile away. I should not be surprised when no one shows up for dinner on cabbage salad night. However I press ever onward toward the goal of health in mind, spirit and body for all those who live or spend time under this roof (shingles provided by JP’s roofing).
Now I’m not a freak the kids get their fair share of chicken nuggets and kraft dinner with hot dogs in it. Every kid should get some fun food. However, everything has to be balanced out. Recently madi pointed at a glass and said “coke!?!” I almost died I said “No madi not coke!!!! DIET COKE” ha ha ha I wish I could say I was joking.
Today was a battle from start to finish, last night was my last night of booty boot camp. I really enjoyed it and I moved from an obese body fat % to an acceptable body fat %. It’s great to be acceptable everyone wants to be accepted. It motivated me to once again tackle the vegetable mountain. I cooked up some pasta, green beans and baby carrots as I sang, “climbbbb evvvery moouuunnntain.”
I joyfully served it up to Jazz, Eli and Madi.
Jazz “Whahat isss this Neen?”
Me “Pasta and Vegetables”
Jazz “I don’t Lihike this Neen”
Me “You haven’t even tasted it yet”
Jazz “The souhound of it is what I don’t lihike Neen”