Listen. I have kids who don’t eat.
*takes deep breath* I have tried food on sticks, made faces, on platters, individual servings, Bento boxes, funny names, cute picks, paper cups, begging, pleading, ignoring, bribing, more ignoring, crying, speaking to professionals, weary resignedness, hiding fruit and veg, mashing fruit and veg, making icy poles, making smoothies, bargaining, sensory play, reading books about healthy eating, modelling good eating habits, providing a variety of food, gentle encouragement, reverse psychology, crying in the pantry, letting them eat in front of the tv in case it distracts them enough, serving family-style, putting the food in a trail with a treat at the end, letting them go to bed without dinner (never bothers them), serving up cold dinner for breakfast, letting them help cook, letting them help meal plan, letting them help shop, sighing in the supermarket aisles, hoping they’ll grow out of it, and we sit down at the table for dinner as a family every night.
I’m sure there’s more.
I make good food, and a lot of it. They don’t eat it. This is my life now.