When I first started dating my husband he was a very picky eater, but over the 3 years we've been dating he's opened up to new food quite a bit--I might still call him picky, but only slightly so. His kids are another story. We were married just 2 1/2 weeks ago and now his daughter has come to live with us. She is the pickiest of picky eaters. She could sustain herself on chicken nuggets, fries, and slushies alone. When pushed she might eat pizza or a hamburger, and canned corn and canned peas are the only vegetables she will eat. And she's 15! She makes faces, refuses to try anything on the limited list, and eats other foods prior to dinner!
I realize I am walking this line with food that oddly blurs with parenting. I'm unlikely to suddenly change her palate. But it annoys me to no end, and the way it's done is a clear act of defiance. Food is so important to me and I'm not sure my husband understands that. Maybe my chowsers will? It's my hobby, my outlet, a way of expressing love. Weird thing is that the more I try to cater my menus to her (last night I made a breaded chicken cutlet stuffed with cheddar, corn on the cob, and salad with ranch), the more push back I get. I'm at my wits end. What do I do? I'm about to think the best thing I can do is let her buy frozen dinners and have at. Any ideas before I throw in the towel?