A couple of weeks ago, my daughter tried some Broccoli Cheese soup at a restaurant and loved it. She is super-dooper pickey so the fact that it had broccoli in it and she ate it, gave me hope.
I searched and searched the internet trying to find the perfect Broccoli Cheese soup recipe. I found one that had rave reviews, so I went for it....even though one of the main ingredients was processed cheese.
I headed to the store to gather my supplies. I bought organic broccoli to offset the processed cheese. I actually HID the block of Velveeta in my cart. (I live in a small town, news travels fast.)
I spent over an hour making a soup that finally, FINALLY, both kids would eat. I know it's full of non-nutritious ingredients but, hey, it has broccoli.
We sit down at the dinner table. The kids take a bite. No complaints. They seem to like it. I'm secretly rejoicing inside because I know I can eventually ween them off the Velveeta. They take a second and a third bite...and then:
"Um, Mom. It's really good. I really like it but it makes my stomach make a gurguley sound."
"Yeah Mom, me too. Plus it's really rich and salty."
"I'm full."
"Me too."
Why do I even bother? I could have saved a trip to the store and an hour of my time. Next time I get the hankering to be a good mom who makes "nutritious" meals, I am going to reread this post and pull out some cereal instead.
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