Small victories

This past weekend I tried a spinach salad with strawberries and poppy seed dressing. I had a very small salad, but it was much more than one bite. I liked it, in a strange way, and yet I couldn't eat a lot of it. But I declare, this is a small yet wonderful victory!

Mom, It's not your fault.

I was born this way. (thank you Lady Gaga).

At least that’s what this recent article I found while looking at yahoo news:

http://health.yahoo.net/rodale/PVN/how-to-live-with-a-fussy-eater

It sucks to not like food, to pick out itty bitty onions out of my meals, and to eat a soggy jelly sandwich for sack lunch as a kid because I don’t like peanut butter.

Yet I can imagine it was the most frustrating for my mom (and still is) to remember what I like, what I don’t, and to try to make something (anything!) that her child would eat and still be healthy.

These past few weeks I have been more daring. I’ve tried salad 3 times (which means 1 bite each time), and I have had baby spinach on one sandwich and lettuce on another sandwich. I’m TRYING, people! 

Things to note:

Green leaves are watery and nearly tasteless. 

That’s why people jack them up with ranch dressing.

But I don’t like ranch.

So I must find some way to make salads interesting.

And I must just get my mouth accustomed to leafy texture.

And to the flavor of “green.”

I mean, green is one of my favorite colors! :)