Waif had a piece of toast for breakfast. I was out walking the dog, and asked H to ensure that Waif ate properly. When I got back, Waif took me off into another room and told me that I had to get Dad off her back. Apparently he had barked at her "What else are you going to have?" I explained that we needed to make sure that she ate enough and we didn't want her getting ill again and that she is much too thin, and H is only concerned for her but that perhaps her father could ask in a different way. I suggested I cook pancakes as Waif had chosen a pancake mix at an upmarket deli last week where H had told each daughter they could spend £5 as they wished.
We did the same. Older Daughter bought sweets, I bought duck liver pate, H bought french finger biscuits that reminded him of his childhood and Waif chose pancake mix. H had tried to dissuade Waif, saying it was very easy to make pancake batter but she had been adamant. Anyway, this morning she said she wanted to "save" the pancake mix.
Older Daughter was cooking a variant on french toast - a luxury version using croissants and caramelised apples.
Waif claimed she didn't like egg. I suggested a banana but the skin had black flecks.
Waif ended up agreeing to eat a small yoghurt. Blimey, this could be a long haul.
I am planning roast pheasant for tonight but Waif has already announced that this is "not her favourite". This could well be code for "will not eat it" so I have a back up lasagne. Does anyone else hate cooking?
Sunday, 6 November 2011
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