For those of you keeping tabs, last Thursday I pondered how many exposures to a new food it would take before my Monkey would eat it. The answer for polenta is one – uno – un – ein – 1. Incredible! Believe me, I did not expect that she would take to this food at all.
Here’s the scene: all of us seated at the table, and on the table is our typical family style fare of dishes. On Monkey’s plate are a few cut up raw veggies – carrots, cucumbers and tomatoes. We have some grilled sausages on one plate, some polenta in a glass baking pan, and some tomato compote (which was supposed to be a sauce but c’est la vie). Her dad cuts a spoonful of stiff polenta and places it on Monk’s plate with a simple request to try it. She starts to cry, whine and wipe it off of her plate and then tries to hand it to me. I take a bite and say “yum, thank you.” I then give her a fraction of the previous piece and ask her once again to try it. I also explain that is basically ground up corn.
Dramatic pause.
She tries it.
She immediately asks for more.
We have leftovers the next day and she still likes it.
We even have leftovers for our meal on Sunday and she eats it again.
Now, you may be thinking, big deal – she already likes corn. I disagree – this is a new texture, a new look, and it really doesn’t taste like corn to me. I’m definitely encouraged by this event. Don’t get me wrong, she still wanted an apple (a big one – whole) or some prosciutto for the rest of her meal but there is progress here.