Lol, you’re a hoot! They’re going to hate me because when they ask for sweet potatoes I give them sweet potatoes! I never said that they were denied choices. Just twenty minutes ago I asked them what they wanted for lunch. I presented their choices and they selected. They both opted for homemade ham and bean soup over Cuban black bean soup with rice. It was a difficult choice as they love both. At some point we’ve all hated our parents. My brother went through a quick gangster rap phase. He hated my mom when she snapped his CDs in half, but she did warn him that she would do that if he didn’t make them disappear. He and I were talking about that last Christmas, and he said that he would do the exact same to his kids if needed, even knowing how much he hated mom for her actions at that time. I am not my children’s friend. We will be friends when they are also adults, but right now I have to get them successfully to adulthood. Let them hate me for making thier PB&Js with homemade bread, jam (from wild berries they help me pick), and Smucker’s natural peanut butter (made by thier grandfather who works there). let them hate me for letting them go into the gardening and choose which heirloom tomato they want on thier BLT. I’m cool with that, mainly because they love all of the things that I have mentioned!
your food sounds great