I might boil a door knob if I thought Maeve would eat it. She’s an unpredictable sort who loves bananas one week only to systematically chuck every bit of banana off her highchair tray the following week. Her doctor assures me this is normal behavior and to avoid battles with food. Offer. Offer. Offer. That’s her advice and I do my best to follow it.
I will admit, however, I frequently find myself at a loss not knowing what to cook for dinner or lunch. I desperately cling to any shred of evidence demonstrating Maeve’s heightened interest in a certain food. This is the situation I found myself in a few weeks ago following a dinner party during which Maeve ate an inordinate amount of meatballs.
My child loves meatballs! I nearly sang it from the mountaintops, but I restrained myself. There was a complication. The meatballs for which Maeve showed such intense affinity were Greek meatballs made from a family recipe. I knew I needed that recipe. I wasn’t about to mess around with another type of meatball. Too many foods end up in the trash that way.
I went straight to the source. Well, this is not exactly true. I went…
