Grandsons eat Lettuce!
The grandchildren went to stay with their other grandparents in France last week. Imagine our surprise when we learned they'd been out to lunch and eaten salad!
That's not something they'd ever eat with us – even though they see me eating a salad every day for lunch. They usually look at it and remark: I don't like that. I don't mind. I always try to make them what I know they do like, so there's no fuss and no arguments because I really believe the meal table should be a calm, happy place – not somewhere for squabbling or rows.
And when we skyped at the weekend, the eldest boasted of how he'd been out to lunch and I ate all my lettuce!
Of course, I'm dying to know more: what was the lettuce accompanying, or was it a salad starter, maybe? I'll have to wait till I see them to find out more but I also want to know just how the other grandparrents persuaded them to eat something they're usually so set against.
When the boys come to stay, the only problems we ever have are over food. And this is usually because I've cooked what I know they like – only to find the fickle little monsters have changed their minds and 'gone off' certain old favourites. Last time the youngest actually screamed and cried at the sight of a cheesy-potato topped pie that had once been a firm favourite. He simply refused to taste it and that was that!
So I'm looking forward to learning more about the lettuce-eating episode and if I glean any tips and tricks, I'll be sure to let you know!