Thursday, February 3, 2011

Nothing Like Grandpa's Goulash

Day four of the hunger strike.
This kid wouldn't ingest anything other than milk.

We tried, oh how we tried.
Maple yogurt, gourmet grilled bologna and cheese, panko chicken fingers with homemade honey mustard sauce.
Boy, was Wesley stubborn.
...that is, until Grandpa's goulash came along.

Four servings later, this is what he looked like!
Wesley with a goulash goatee.
What do you mean Wesley ate my seconds?


  1. These pictures are priceless!!!

    And the mere mention of goulash just makes me hubby's mother was Hungarian, and for his birthday the first year we dated, I asked if he would like for me to make him some goulash. His eyes lit up, he was so excited. I worked in the kitchen for hours (at least it seemed), and shortly before dinner was to be served, he saw some report that he wanted to see on TV. (This was before the days of DVR.) I was so MAD!!! I told him I would eat dinner at the table, and if he wanted to eat in front of the TV, he was welcome to do so...and that's what happened. I didn't care for the goulash, but he just gushed over it and said it was wonderful.

    A month or so later I decided to make it again, since he liked it so much. He took one bite and said, why did you make this again? Huh??? It's a huge joke now, how he told me he originally liked it because he knew I was so mad. Hahaha!!!

    Glad your boys ended their hunger strike. I always figure they'll eventually eat if they get hungry enough! :)

  2. What adorable pictures! He is so cute! New to your blog. I really like it.

  3. Isn't that funny, my 2 year old is on a hunger strike, too! Nothing but milk for her. But it has to be "black milk" (chocolate milk). I need some of Grandpa's Goulash!!!


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