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Picky eater equals frustrated spouse

Caramelized Chili Shrimp from Betty Crocker

When I was a little kid, I was a really picky eater. Everything had to be plain: hot dogs, cheeseburgers, salads, chicken – condiments were my enemy. The only vegetables I would consume were baked carrots or green beans (only canned and only “French style”). My mother would roll her eyes every time I mentioned that something smelled or tasted weird.

Borccoli can be healthy. Tell that to a kid. See how that works. (Public Domain)

Borccoli can be healthy. Tell that to a kid. See how that works. (Public Domain)

When I was a teenager, my best friend persuaded me to try a chicken caeser salad – an item I would have declared disgusting before even trying it. Why would you combine MEAT with LETTUCE and DRESSING? But once I tried it, I was hooked. It started me thinking, what other foods had I misjudged?

As an adult, I eat a lot more variety than I did when I was a kid. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same about my boyfriend. Awesome’s top favorite foods include tuna fish sandwiches, potato chips, grilled cheese, spaghetti, plain burgers and French fries. He doesn’t use condiments, he doesn’t add cheese, and he most certainly doesn’t let any of his foods touch each other.

One of my favorite hobbies is baking and cooking. My grandmother and mother make everything from scratch, and they taught me how to cook and bake everything homemade. As I’ve gotten older and discovered websites like Pinterest and channels like the Food Network, I like to experiment with new foods and flavors. I like to try at least two new recipes a week and I enjoy it.

I would love to be able to share my hobby with Awesome. Unfortunately, when he tried to make instant mashed potatoes (which he has declared superior to homemade mashed potatoes – a statement that hurt my heart when he said it) he grew frustrated and almost threw them away until I “fixed” them by adding more milk. He then told me how much he hates being in the kitchen.

Instant mashed potatoes have substantially more sodium than fresh potatoes, and much less dietary fibre. In other respects they are similar to mashed fresh potatoes in their nutritional qualities, about two-thirds starch by dry weight, with smaller amounts of protein, dietary fiber, and vitamins. The largest difference is the loss of vitamin C,

Instant mashed potatoes have  more starch than real potatoes and smaller amounts of protein, less dietary fiber, less vitamins and not as much vitamin C, but they are easy to make.

So then I figured maybe even if he doesn’t share my love of cooking, maybe he will share my love of trying new foods. This is also a failure on my part. It’s not like I’m serving him crazy stuff like fish eyeballs and cow tongue. We’re talking about chicken stuffed with herb butter, or sweet chili shrimp, or cheesy baked pork chops. He has the same reaction each time: “It’s good.” But then he leaves most of it on the plate and when I badger him about it, he says something like “it was just too much cheese for me” or “I’m not really into pork chops” and then I know the entire time he was wishing he just had a grilled cheese sandwich instead.

However, though I have been discouraged in the past year and a half I’ve been cooking for him, I haven’t entirely given up. I still continue to try new recipes, but try to cater to his tastes a little more than my own (less cheese, more red meat, sauces on the side). And even if he continues to only want tuna, at least I’ve been able to get him to try some new things, even though he still won’t eat goat cheese in any form.

About the author

Emily Campbell

Emily Little (nee Campbell) was a perpetually single girl who recently met and married her Mr. Right. Her blog, Dating Emily, has been a two-year diary of her adventures in relationships. Her life of bar-hopping and casual dating has turned into one of dog-walking, craft-making and budgeting for eventual home ownership. But just because she can make a mean casserole doesn't mean her adventures are over. As she prepares to become a first-time homeowner and eventually, a mom, she is discovering that the adventure may just be beginning. Contact the author.

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