Last week I spent two hours preparing a casserole.
Slow cooked beef and veggies.
Pumpkin, parsnip, carrots, potatoes, garlic, onion, celery and cabbage. All lovingly chopped and diced, all combined and slow cooked for just the right amount of time.
It tasted as delicious as it looked.
And I eagerly anticipated the reaction from my kids when I ladled it into bowls after a cool late evening soccer practise.
What will they think?
Will they realise how much time and effort I put in to it?
I’m winning at parenting today. All that goodness and nutrition.
"I eagerly anticipated the reaction from my kids." Image: iStock.
So I was shocked to get THIS reaction:
I don’t like it.
I want something else.
It’s too mushy.
It looks like vomit.
I’m not eating THIS.
There it was, a pot of nutritional goodness, rejected. Wasted. Never to be consumed by my children.