The Tea Effect
How many of you have grandchildren who will eat pretty much anything? Consider yourself blessed. Our eldest grandson CJ is one of the most finicky eaters I have ever encountered. Most of the time, he will eat anything as long as it has cheese on it and is called pizza or has breading and is called chicken fingers. Of course, I am exaggerating; however, the truth is not far from this.
Recently, his grandfather had been working with him to increase his knowledge and use of table etiquette. The culmination of this education was a holiday tea party. My husband and grandson took a couple of weeks to plan for the big event. They even created a menu and ordered special blue teas from our favorite tea source- teaforte.com. It was to take place the weekend before Thanksgiving.
The day of the holiday tea arrived. In addition to the blue teas, there was a beautiful display of fruit, mini grilled cheese sandwiches, triangular chicken salad sandwiches, zudles (zucchini noodles) in cream sauce, rainbow cake, danish, and cookies. No scones. I am not a fan. As expected, my grandson took two grilled cheese sandwiches, a couple of strawberries and a spoonful of blueberries. What took place next shocked us all! He reached over and took one chicken salad triangle. No one said a word and pretended like it was not unusual. When he started eating it, we all looked at each other; expecting him to put it down and say something to the effect of, “I still don’t like chicken salad.” However, that is not what happened. He gobbled down the whole triangle and proceeded to take another.
Of course, the tea was a success but not for the reason we expected. Was CJ willing to eat something different because it was wrapped in a different setting like the tea party?
The following day, CJ and some other family members were taking a road trip to visit family for Thanksgiving. Like many families, we always pack snacks to take with us and I thought it would be nice for him to have his own snacks so he would not need to bother his father with the “I’m hungry” song. As I began packing his snack he went to the refrigerator and pulled out the chicken salad to make himself a sandwich to take on the trip. I never mentioned the fact that I had asked him at least three times in recent memory whether or not he wanted a chicken salad sandwich only to hear, “Yuck! I don’t like chicken salad.” I didn’t say anything about the fact that chicken salad contained mayonnaise and onions- two of his not so favorite things. I just smiled at the fact that he now likes chicken salad. That means there is hope for the future. Maybe next time we can get him to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.