Last night, somehow, the kids agreed to and thoroughly enjoyed a complete REAL FOOD dinner. You could even make the argument that it was primal. I don’t know how this happened – maybe I just wore them down. Here’s the documentation:
My son is a carbohydrate addict. How do I know this? Because I think he’s mini-me. I see how he eats, what he eats, his preoccupation with sweets and junk, his drive to eat carbohydrates…it’s like I am watching reruns of myself. Given that, last night was extra special. Here’s the dinner:
That’s a 2 egg omelet with bacon, tomatoes, and a boatload of sautéed onions (he absolutely loves them and can’t stop eating them) with a side of cucumber and a glass of raw milk. The new item on the list was eggs – these were formerly off limits unless they were hidden in baked goods or French toast. What’s missing from that picture? BREAD and ketchup! Woohoo!
Not to be outdone, my daughter got pretty caveman on her own. She’s different – while she prefers junk like any kid, she doesn’t show the same drive or preoccupation with carbohydrates. For example, if she’s full, she’ll stop eating. My son needs to be close to throwing up for that to happen.
Her dinner was leftover grass-fed rib eye fried up in bacon fat, bacon, cucumbers, squash with butter (that’s a new one!) and a glass of raw milk.
Big night. Back to bagels this morning I am sure…
