Whatever Happened to the Boy Who Ate Anything?

Below is an excerpt from my last blog (blog number two to be exact). This is dated July 6, 2006:

Harry Potter may be The Boy Who Lived, but I have The Boy Who Eats Anything. No food group is ignored. Rice? Broccoli? Beans? Loves ‘em. Pan seared mahi mahi stuffed with lump crab meat on a bed of asparagus? Bring it on.

Oh the irony! It is so ironic it is almost painful. The other day I made the unforgivable mistake of serving turkey burgers that contained diced scallions. Ben took one look and pushed his plate away in horror. "It has green things in it!" As if I'd served him vomit or something. I am now dealing with a kid who claims to not even like pizza (says he doesn't like tomato sauce). Peanutbutter and jelly? Nope. (Doesn't like peanutbutter). And forget about anything in the legume family, or any vegetable besides lettuce, broccoli (sometimes allowed), or corn. Anything green in physical proximity to a piece of meat is not allowed, nor is any type of lumpy anything, nor is anything with visible seeds (including bread, buns or bagels with sesame or poppy seeds). And as for meat, if it's not chicken (preferably in nugget form), there's only about a 10% chance he'll take even one bite.

My boy who ate anything has turned into Joel - but worse. I didn't think it was possible.