I used to hate sweet potatoes.
No, hate isn't quite the right word.
I despised them. Loathed them.
No candied yams at Thanksgiving, no sweet potato fries- none of that for me, thank you.
I was resolute in my stance that they were one of the world's most disgusting vegetables.
Then I found myself the mother of a picky eater.
My son is incredibly limited in the foods that he will eat, and, while I will spare you the details, trying to convince him to branch out was a traumatizing experience for all involved.
Yay for sensory issues!
Anyway, it became evident early on that if I was going to get that child to eat anything with any redeeming nutritional value at all I was going to have to sneak it into him- a task that is far easier said than done.
