Most school days, I pack meatballs for Martin’s lunch. Specifically, spicy buffalo meatballs, which I make by combining bison chorizo with minced vegetables. I send spicy buffalo meatballs for four reasons. First, Martin finishes them. I don’t have to worry about lunch coming home half-uneaten. Second, they are easy, insofar as one package bison chorizo, plus vegetables, makes a three-day supply, which I prepare in advance, leaving only the cooking for the morning before school. Third, they keep well and are not a food that becomes soggy or unattractive in the hours before lunch break. Fourth, they fit well within the cycle of Martin’s diet. He eats meat no more than once per day; tucking the meat meal into the school day frees me to prepare a vegan dinner for the whole family.
Yesterday evening, I made sweet-potato-and-lentil shepherd’s pie, which was a triumph, unlike last week’s disastrous attempt at vegetable-and-white-potato shepherd’s pie. The triumph went quickly:
In sum: spicy buffalo meatballs. Lots of spicy buffalo meatballs.
Last night at dinner—the aforementioned shepherd’s pie—Martin said, “Mommy, would you stop sending meatballs to school all the time? Sometimes I want something different.”
Readers, what a moment! How much do I love that my son has the functional language to express his preferences and advocate for himself? How much do I love that he wants variation? Immediately I recalled a news piece I once about a young adult on the spectrum, living independently, who was anxious to date but impeded by, for example, the fact that he refused to eat anything but canned tuna for dinner.
“What would you like instead of meatballs?” I asked Martin.
“Rice,” he answered. Of course. I limit rice in Martin’s diet, and he schemes for any opportunity to get those little grains into his mouth.
I said, “Your point is well-taken. I’ll see what I can do.”
This morning we were late for the school bus. We were late because I needed some extra time to make Martin’s lunch:
Addendum on the topic of last week’s disastrous attempt at vegetable-and-white-potato shepherd’s pie. That recipe didn’t work at all, turned out bland, and my last-minute efforts were insufficient to inject any pizzazz. Plus, the recipe made too little potato topping and too much inside filling. I was, however, able to salvage a small victory. I removed the extra filling and processed it into a paste. The next morning, I spiced the vegetable paste, combined it with an egg, and fried the batter into savory pancakes. Martin loved the makeshift breakfast.
Hi!!Where can we find the yummy receipies?
Anytime I post a recipe, I tag it “Recipe.” Time for me to post some more?
Hello! I just stumbled on your site when looking at information for the GAPS diet (for me, for thyroid), and I just love reading your posts about your son. My young son isn’t on the ASD as far as we know, but I think so many of your dietary choices would be so beneficial for all children. For what it’s worth, I think so many of the things you have thoughtfully researched are exactly what more doctors should know. Thank you for getting your story out on the internet.
Thanks for reading. For sure, I believe that contemporary dietary choices (packaged and processed) are contributing, along with additional environmental factors, to the onslaught of allergies and behavior challenges. Keep moving in the right direction!
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