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This week, we received a couple of beautiful packages from the states and inside were four, priceless boxes of Mac-n-Cheese. We were so excited about them we decided to wait for a special occasion to break open a box. We decided we would make Sunday a special occasion and eat our bounty for lunch.
As it has been over a year since I have cooked mac-n-cheese- I forgot. Really, I did. Fortunately the directions were in English as opposed to the majority of things I'm not sure how to cook here with directions in Thai.
Anyways, I lovingly prepared our feast- excited to present our child with one of the tastiest foods on earth. I carefully spooned a portion into Chloe's bowl- careful so as not to drop a piece and laid it before my family.
Jeff and I took the first sumptuous bite and watched Chloe as she ate what many could describe as "manna from heaven." She promptly spit it out with a look of utter disgust.
How could this be? What have I done to raise a child that would rather eat rice than Mac-n-Cheese? And, what do I do now?
I had a choice, I could force her to eat and enjoy the mac-n-cheese or give up hopes of raising "An American Kid" while we are here.
Jeff and I stared at her bowl of unconsumed gold and decided that if she didn't like it why force her now? We fed her something else, put her to sleep and fought over who got to eat her Mac-n-Cheese.
By the way, here is an updated pic of her and I doing her favorite activity-reading.
