My kids are the pickiest eaters in the world- but my middle child could be the most difficult of my bunch. The other day I made her grilled cheese- for the second time in her life. The first time, she didn’t eat it because it was too cheesy.
When I was grilling the bread and flipped it, I noticed I burnt the one side. When I placed it on her plate, naturally I “hid” the burnt side and handed it to her.
Holding my breath as she stared skeptically at the sandwich, she picked at it as if it was the first time she’d been eye to eye with a penis. As she placed the first 1/16th of a pinch in her mouth- her face made a gag (amount of cheese?) and was done.