In a reversal of the standard trope, it's my parents who are the picky eaters and I'm the one who does all the cooking. My father does not like: eggs, milk, yoghurt, butter, or anything in any way sweet. My mother does not like: red meat, spiciness, seafood. Neither of them like squash, fruit-in-savoury-dishes, or 'bits' in their food (which includes things like wild rice and whole grain bread).
Cooking for them is trying to come up with twenty different ways to redress chicken, when I can't use half of the vegetables out there, too many spices, any dairy except cheese, or any grains that aren't as white as the meat. I can usually get a little vegetarian stuff in there... my parents both like lasagna (as long as it doesn't have beef) and ziti and manicotti, but those are all basically the same thing with three different shapes of pasta. My mum is trying gnocchi for the first time tomorrow night... cross your fingers!
Anyone else have kids, friends/roomies, spouses, or parents who make meal planning a creative exercise?
Cooking for them is trying to come up with twenty different ways to redress chicken, when I can't use half of the vegetables out there, too many spices, any dairy except cheese, or any grains that aren't as white as the meat. I can usually get a little vegetarian stuff in there... my parents both like lasagna (as long as it doesn't have beef) and ziti and manicotti, but those are all basically the same thing with three different shapes of pasta. My mum is trying gnocchi for the first time tomorrow night... cross your fingers!
Anyone else have kids, friends/roomies, spouses, or parents who make meal planning a creative exercise?