When we were traveling, this was no less of a problem. In fact, at times, it was MORE of a problem because we were limited in the selection of food we could have on-hand for meals and snacks at any given time since we were staying in a hotel room.
One evening in particular stands out, and will for the rest of eternity: we took the kids to a Japanese steakhouse with Jack's Pawpaw, Uncle Jon and his lady, Amy. Jack has, in the past, enjoyed the show of the hibachi chef, the presentation of the food, the chance to practice his chopstick skills, and even the taste of the grilled chicken and even, on occasion, a disguised chunk of shrimp. However, on this night, Pawpaw (my father-in-law) ordered an appetizer of some sushi combo that included raw octopus.
(I'm not a huge sushi fan. I know; very uncool of me.)
Next thing I know, Pawpaw's presenting Jack with a big, slimy chunk of purple-edged tentacle meat. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for the squeal of disgust and nearly swallowed my tongue when I watched my son pinch it with his chopsticks and shove it in his mouth with no hesitation. He chewed it with zest and gusto normally reserved for Tonka fruit snacks before demanding another piece.
I know. I don't get it either. Apparently I've not been thinking far enough outside the box.
So my picky-eater tip for the day: try octopus.
Come on; I know you've all got some hanging out in the back of your fridge just begging you to use it, right? Yeah, just like I've got a hibachi grill built into MY dining room table and the balls to flip knives around like a ninja.
Octopus. Seriously? When McDonalds puts octopus in Happy Meals, maybe I'll make it part of our menu. Till then, we stick to corn-flake baked chicken nuggets.