Hotdogs + chopsticks = a meal my kids will actually eat.
When my children were little(r), I was obsessed with not feeding them any processed food. When I went back to work and needed to supplement breastfeeding, I made homemade formula with goats milk, coconut oil and maple syrup. I hand-puréed their baby food. I made homemade apple and pear sauces from organic fruit I picked myself. I made homemade chicken nuggets (they were amazing – my husband still asks for them). I still bake them homemade bread for their PB&J’s. I love making food from scratch. I always will. And maybe someday my kids will appreciate it.
But over the years, as my compost bin has grown ever fuller from all the food waste, and my days seem to be getting shorter thanks to increased home and work responsibilities, dinner has ultimately been reduced to “what will a 2 and 4 year old be guaranteed to consume?”
Voila, kids, dinner is served.