As a kid, my brother went through the picky eater stage
He would only eat:
Beans
Chips or other potato products
Fish Fingers
WhiteBread
Sweets

This would mean that in places like Pizza express, we would order him a double set of doughballs.

I wasn't amazingly picky. However, I wouldn't touch
Beans
Chips or other potato products
Fish Fingers
White bread

My mother *loved* us. :p She was relatively laid back about it all however.

She did try to get him to eat his vegetables with dinner. She tried for years. The "no dessert" route wouldn't deter him. Another option was to serve up the vegetables for breakfast. That didn't deter him. Final solution: he would have to sit at the table and he wasn't allowed to leave until the vegetables were eaten. He would sit there for hours playing with the stuff with his fork, using his refined 8 year old reasoning skills to attempt to persuade my mother to let him off the table.

Suddenly, there was a breakthrough. He would come to the kitchen with his empty plate and proudly show it up, boasting that he'd eaten the vegetables. My mother was very happy, serving up even broad beans didn't seem to deter him.

Two weeks later we're looking out of the window. We lived in a 3rd floor flat at the time, and the view out of the windows was rather good, and I'd spend hours looking at it, watching the sun go down. I look down at the ledge. Strange whiff. I ignore for a bit.

The smell over the next few weeks gets worse and worse. My mother finally looks out of the window and looks down at the ledge.

Decomposing vegetables. A brown coloured medley with specs of brown, green and white mould. A toxicologist would have been proud.

Turns out he'd gotten lazy and didn't throw them out far enough after the first few days.


He eats everything now, as long as it's soy, low fat, high protein and low in carbohydrates. Woo for body building.
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 16:57, Reply)