This was so great. (It's just roast chicken on a bed of garlic cloves, really not complicated.) But would my three children eat it? Oh ho ho ho noooo. No they would not.
Josh is getting big. He is a
Eli looked at the chicken and looked at me and raised his left eyebrow and took a drag on his cigarette and said, "You must be joking." I mean, no he didn't, because he is four. But he clearly would have if he were a thirty-seven-year-old British guy. So we gave him a hot dog and apples.
(I know you're not supposed to fix special meals for children who are difficult eaters. Be steadfast! Be resolute! I know. But the child's pants won't stay up. All his bones show. Resolute is easier said than done.)
Alex probably would have eaten the chicken, but he knew one brother was getting pizza and the other brother had a hot dog and, you know, forget it.
Well, it was delicious, anyway. The recipe is here, and worth a try.