Last night for dinner I made a broccoli quiche. I may have over-bought on eggs when they were on sale a few weeks ago, and a quiche seemed like a good way to use some up (plus--turns out they are pretty easy and equally tasty!). William loves eggs, broccoli, and cheese, so I figured it would be a sure-fire win for him. Garrett, on the other hand, is hit or miss with eggs, usually has to be fed his broccoli because he won't eat it on his own, and within the past two weeks has started throwing cheese off his tray when I give it to him for a snack (although I found out that I may have been cutting it wrong, so that may have been the issue).
You've figured out where this is going, right? Garrett straight-up inhaled the quiche (and demanded seconds before he even had his first serving completely finished) and William gingerly tried a few pieces before declaring that he was "full". Seriously? Since we knew William wasn't actually full, we told him that he needed to eat at least four bites of what we served for dinner (standard rule in our house) and then he could have something else. And guess what--we cooked him an egg, fished a few broccoli pieces out of the quiche, sliced up some cheese--and he ate it without complaint.
Of course, the real joke will be when I try serving them some of the leftover quiche for lunch--Garrett will probably refuse to touch it, and William will eat it all. Because why not.
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