LIVING WITH LITTLE FOODIES

Okay, someone help me out here. I work very hard trying to figure out what to feed my children. Their food has to be interesting, yet nutritious, yummy yet good for them. I feel like I slave away trying to make sure that my kids get some good food in them. But, whenever my children go to a restaurant, the way they eat makes me feel very inferior.

I mean, TK's favorite restaurant (yes, he has a favorite restaurant and he's only 4, spoiled boy), is an Indian restaurant called Sapphire. It's so wild because they know us there. My son goes there and starts eating eh, you just want to ask him to take a break and breathe. He wolfs the food down, always!

TE, abeg, that one is a diva, so you already know how the story goes, shebi? The other afternoon, she asked me where her father was. When I told her he was on the golf course, she asked if she could call him. Being that she knows how to dial her father's number (not mine), she called her father and without saying hello or how are you, she demanded, "Daddy, I want to go get some jollof rice!" Yes, those were her exact words. I can't blame her though, I don't make jollof rice as well as Queensway restaurant. My specialty is coconut rice. But Queesnway's jollof rice takes me back to my childhood days and going to parties in Nigeria. You know that party rice. Well, if you don't know about jollof rice, I don't know how to help you, but for those of you who know, well, you know about that owambe party rice. yum!=)

And, let's not even talk about Bomboy. That one will emphatically eat anything made by someone other than me. I swear, now I am beginning to think that I can't cook at all. I even learned how to make Indian food because of these children and their high end gastronomical tastes. Did I say they are 2, 4 and 5 years in age? They love Ethiopian food, Pakistani food, Thai food, Brazilian Churascarias, Japanese Hibachi food, Mexican food (imagine my daughter asking her father for arroz con pollo?) My mother is tickled pink that her grandkids are so well versed in various global foods but can still eat eba, moin moin, and yam.

All I know is I don't think I can keep up with the foodies in my house, and the fact that my cooking skills are just not good enough, well, that one na wa. Maybe I should go take some cooking classes? Abeg, I don't have time for that. This is what happens when you have kids and don't have babysitters. You take them to all the fancy restaurants you enjoy and they develop a gastronomical palate that rivals yours very quickly. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that my cooking just doesn't cut it for my foodies, huh?