That first morning with our new girls in Ethiopia I made instant oatmeal for breakfast. The nine year old came to the breakfast table, raised her eyebrows, then said “I no eat”. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was only the beginning of months of picky eating.
Since that unfortunate beginning, I have learned that my girls are actually good eaters. They almost always will take at least a small taste of unfamiliar foods. (In my opinion that is half the battle.) And usually when they taste things, they discover they like them just fine. However, I have deliberately done several things that I think have contributed in part to their comfort with the new foods they have encountered.
First of all, now that we’re home we serve meals buffet-style. The food is lined up on the counter and kids go down the line picking what they would like and in what quantities. I almost never plop a whole serving of something on the girls’ plates. They choose what they want themselves.
Second, I always make sure there are at least two familiar, well-liked foods to choose from at each meal. Some of the staples that make frequent appearances include rice, rolls, scrambled eggs, peanut butter, oranges, and bananas. I don’t stress if the girls opt to take only rice and oranges, as they sometimes did in the first week home. Gradually as food has begun to look and smell more familiar they have taken larger servings of other items.
Finally, at least every 3 days or so, I cook Ethiopian food, usually in large enough quantities that there can be a bit of left-over food to offer as one of the ‘familiar’ items at a meal another day. I’m sure I don’t cook Ethiopian food quite like they are used to, but I’m betting that not-quite-right firfir is still a lot more familiar than a big slab of cheesy lasagna at a meal.
I am also fortunate in that my new daughters are good cooks already. When they get a hankering for Ethiopian food, the older one will ask to cook something. I am more than happy to step aside and hand over the skillet and cutting board to her. Usually I learn a thing or two about Ethiopian cooking along the way, which will make my next attempt that much more authentic.
I know I’m fortunate to have kids who are adventurous enough to try new foods. But I really believe that offering a wide range of simple food at each meal and then not pressuring the child to eat will go a long way towards reducing stress and helping a child become gradually comfortable with new food.
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What it must mean to your daughters to see you learning from them and then incorporating that learning into the next meals you prepare for them! That’s love. That could be a sixth Love Language – Learning From Your Loved One. (http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/learn.html)
You always have such wonderful ideas! You are a very caring, child centered mom Mary!
You are such a loving mother Mary! Your children will say how you have blessed them as they grow. It is wonderful that you appreciate each one of your children so much and do not make them the way you want. You are doing such a special thing in your blog as you are teaching all of us along the way. Thank you for sharing!
The buffet concept is brilliant, Mary!
In my experience of traveling and living in different countries, breakfast is always the hardest meal. I simply can not do things like firey hot noodles with prawn paste, boiled fish and rice or such first thing in the morning. My body can’t take it.
Conversely, many can’t stand the thought of anything sweet to start the day. Pancakes and waffles, or even sugary cereals gross them out. The Seychellois say that eating anything sweet in the morning will “Wake up the worms” and make a person sick all day.
asking our kids to take a “no thank you” bite has worked pretty well.
Great plan and excellent advice, Mary!
Sounds like you have this thing wired, Mary. Even when you don’t think you do