It’s hard for me to admit this, but my kids hate squash. Their only real experience is with butternut, which is probably the least offensive, the least squashiest of all squash. The word squash is starting to look weird.
I figured if a gateway squash exists, spaghetti squash would be it. Cook it, separate it into strands, and all of a sudden you have something that resembles noodles.
We had one taker. Emma is turning out to be the Mikey of our family. Those of you who grew up in the 80s will remember Mikey. He pimped Life cereal for years. “Let Mikey try it…” Mikey was the youngest, about Emma’s age. These days, Mikey’s probably sporting gray facial hair and a combover, but I respect the guy. He was the kid with a perfect appetite, the kid who would try anything. It took Emma some time to get comfortable with spaghetti squash, but once she did, she channeled her best Mikey. All of a sudden, she was the kid who ate everything.
ME: OK guys, spaghetti squash. Emma I’m going to give you a little bit. Lauren don’t try it yet, I want you to smell it and do all of that first.
EMMA: Eeeewwww….
ME: We don’t say ew in this house. Remember?
EMMA: Ack!
ME: We don’t say ack either.
EMMA: I don’t like it.
ME: I don’t like it is the same thing. We can’t say these things. What does it look like? (I sample a bite).
LAUREN: Hey no fair, you get to eat it before us!
ME: That’s because I’ve had it before.
EMMA: It looks like a banana.
ME: How come?
EMMA: Because it looks like a flower.
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