Confession: I hide meat in my one-year-old’s food so she will eat it.
My daughter L-O-V-E-S vegetables. She insists on having two servings of broccolini. Peas are shoved into her mouth by the fistful. Cucumber and tomato salad deserves a little dance in the high chair.
Okay, I know what you are thinking. Boo hoo, go cry somewhere else, my kid H-A-T-E-S vegetables and equates the colour green to poison.
I’m sure I will one day be trying to bribe my daughter to finish her vegetables, but at the moment, I’m panicking about her not eating meat.
I’ve been vegan for five years. For five years, I have been constantly bombarded with questions about what I will feed my future children. Since giving birth, people who I meet and discover that I’m vegan are on edge until I tell them that I serve my daughter shredded beef three times a week.
For a while there, she was a lover of the pureed bolognese I made and then a lover of the shredded beef when the rule “No food shall be eaten off a spoon” was enacted.
The past two months though, she has become less of a fan. She’s never been thrilled by chicken. The shredded beef is spat out (or dropped over the side of the highchair into my dog’s waiting open mouth). I’ve tried meatballs (eww, gross Mum), I’ve tried sausages (no, that’s just weird Mum). Yesterday, I tried cooking some chicken in a little bit of apple juice… three mouthfuls were swallowed before she decided that apple tasting chicken isn’t quite right. I’ve pretended to feed her a piece of pasta, but snuck in some meat instead… 50 per cent of the time it works.