I was recently having a conversation with my family about how difficult it must be as a parent to have kids who are picky eaters. I’m clearly not a parent (yet), but I could see myself taking a pretty hard line on this, and I guess I do believe that if you do not give a child a choice about what’s going into their mouths, then they will eat things because they’re going to be hungry otherwise. But I also remember reading an article somewhere in which a chef was lamenting that despite her best efforts and utter embarrassment, she had a child who would basically only eat chicken fingers. So I really don’t know what the right answer is. What I do know is that I wasn’t given a choice growing up, and as a young weirdo, my favorite food, for a time in elementary school, was salad.

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