I’ve never been a huge fan of the idea of flavored apples.
Why do apples need flavor added to them when they’re so tasty on their own?
Add this to the other broad and naïve statements I’ve recanted since I became a parent. Every parent has those “I’ll never…” statements they probably laugh at now. Fresh-cut produce? Yeah, that was one I never understood until I tried to spend 10 minutes peeling and chopping a butternut squash with a baby squawking at me.
click image to zoomPamela RiemenschneiderMy son Ike crossed apples off his accepted fruits and vegetables list until he had some flavored sliced apples. These were Crunch Pak's Flavorz in grape. At this point, I'm happy he's eating apples...period. My darling 4-year-old son used to be the child who ate everything.
He relished apples and avocados and pears and artichokes and green beans and broccoli. Oh, man, he ate gobs of broccoli. The kid could polish off a huge clamshell of raspberries before we even left the store. Checkout clerks would joke that they must have a mice problem because of all of the half-eaten packages of produce.
Over the past several months, his fruit and vegetable consumption has gone from a wide assortment to an exclusive club. Baby seedless cucumbers, tomatoes and baked potatoes are about all he’s interested in lately.
He’ll not suffer to eat bananas or pineapple, or STRAWBERRIES. What kid doesn’t like strawberries? He used to polish off two pounds by himself.
He’s been hit and miss on apples, which just breaks my heart. I had a photo shoot for the October issue of Produce Retailer that included a couple of bags of small size red delicious and granny smith apples. He liked the idea of those but would take a few bites and leave them to rot.
So on a whim, I picked up some Disney branded sliced apple packs at Target. I got Phineas and Ferb plain sliced apples and Mickey Mouse Flavorz in grape.
Go figure. Mr. Picky gobbled them down.
The other day, he requested five – yes, five – packs of sliced apples in his lunch.
He especially enjoyed the grape flavored apples.
And I’m not complaining.