"Food
neophobia is defined as avoidance of, and reluctance to taste, unfamiliar food. It is 78% genetic in origin and 22% environmental.
Neophobes reject food on appearance alone."
In other words... under the definition of Food
neophobia you will see this picture:

As you will notice in the definition... it is genetic... I take full responsibility for this. I am picky... I know it, most of my family and friends know it.... BUT my mother will point out that I was NEVER this picky. Liam takes picky to a whole new level. He will not eat anything he does not recognize! Seriously... grapes have to be green... he won't eat the red ones. He will eat taco meat, but not
spaghetti meat (though we had a break through on that the other night... I pray it wasn't a fluke!).
I am mostly telling you all this to tell a story from this morning. Yesterday... I made - from scratch - waffles. That's right.. FROM SCRATCH. and if I do say so myself... they are pretty darn good. Well Liam turned his nose up at them yesterday... okay, fine... I was sure he would eat them come morning.
Morning came... I place a nasty freezer waffle along with a YUMMY homemade waffle in front of him (because of the pickiness... I thought if he saw they looked similar - though mine was fluffier - that he would associate them both as waffles). He gobbled up the nasty waffle, would not touch my waffle. Then he started to make the "more" sign. When I said, you have more... you have waffle right there he flipped. He cried and cried, did the please sign, the more sign... he tried everything to get another frozen waffle. Pol and I tasted the good waffle showing him it was okay. Liam did not care... he would not touch it. So we said fine and got him down. To which Liam ran off crying. I then decided there was no reason for the waffle to go to waste so I started to eat the waffle. I walked into the bedroom where Liam was consulting Pol on what dad should wear to work. Liam looked at me and my waffle and made his
"uhuh" sound... which means.. gimme. So I handed him a little bit... he ate it. Then he wanted more.. and more... and more. Don't ask me what changed his mind. But he ran to his seat and wanted to eat. So I gave him the waffle and he happily chowed down. That little stinker.
I call it a battle won by mom and dad. Not sure if Liam knows we won... but he ate the darn waffle... guess we will see if he eats one tomorrow!