Do you have a fussy eater in your family? We do, and for the life of me I can't figure out why. Two kids, fed the same but with VERY different tastes. I guess I should have known from the beginning this is how it was going to be. With the eldest, I craved fruit through my entire pregnancy, and with the fussy one, lollies all the way. Giving in to cravings is perhaps why I'm suffering now. A continual supply of boiled sweets in my drawer at work was always going to be a bad idea.
So, do you love frankfurts or not?
I do not. My husband does not. My son does not. Those colours are just wrong, and don't even get me started on that bland taste that makes me think I'm possibly eating cows lips or worse. The girl just loves them and as I break every parenting rule there is by regularly cooking two completely different meals, I've had to become inventive.
After seeing these on pinterest last week, I knew they would be a winner.
Spaghetti spiders on homemade passata.
And no, the rest of the family did not eat this. Because we are fussy eaters. We had a Malaysian curry, and didn't even eat it all.
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