Entry FeedTonight we had sushi for dinner. I didn't have many options. My fridge is so bare that I had to buy milk at a gas station yesterday. We have no chicken, no hotdogs, no fruit, no bread, no waffles and no pancake mix. Those are all staples in my home. By unanimous vote, we ordered sushi for dinner.
All of my kids love "sushi". The youngest two get plain rice maki, and the oldest gets avocado maki. Nothing crazy - nothing raw or fishy. Back when I had more patience and time, we used to make sushi with the kids at home. I have learned that some things are easier to order.
During pregnancy, I loved sushi. Of course I ate nothing that was raw - terrified of toxoplasmosis! However, I probably ate sushi at least once a week. I also ate butter chicken regularly, any kind of curry, and pad thai. I introduced all of my children to pad thai, butter chicken, and avocado rolls before their first birthdays. Now I have kids who would often rather order sushi than pizza, and a son who takes left over butter chicken to school in a thermos.
I love being able to get great ethnic food anywhere in Toronto. To me it is one of the amazing benefits of living in a multicultural city, and my kids are encourage to at least try things (calamari was not a big hit.) Daughter can still be convinced that most things are chicken.
When I was growing up, spaghetti and meat balls, or other Italian foods, were about as ethnic as we got. On a trip to France when I was 16, we went to a restaurant ordered steak tartar. When it arrived it was sent back to be cooked. In university I remember ordering eggplant parmigiana and thinking myself cultured.
I think trying different foods is exciting and fun, and a great thing to do with your kids. You never know what they may end up loving. Deep fried chicken butts anyone?