My kid is a strange one. He won't eat pizza, he now rejects french fries, and will consume pasta only with butter. No sauce, no parmesan cheese, no sprinkly green Italian seasoning.
He will eat baby carrots and green beans, and corn if threatened.
He will eat plain chicken breast (like from a grocery rotterisserie chicken) but only if I melt butter on it and serve it with ketchup for dipping. He will eat mac & cheese but prefers the pricey stuff that comes in fucked-up shapes like Pokemon and Spiderman.
He will eat fresh mozzarella balls if served on fancy toothpicks. He will eat scrambled egg if forced-fed. Yesterday, he (without much protest, surprisingly) tried a piece a bacon and gagged on it before he could spit it out.
He would happily eat nothing but chicken nuggets for the rest of his young life if allowed. Preferably from Burger King, where he can get a lame Kidz Bop CD along with his meal. Peter and Will sneak the toys and shit from the kid's meals into the house so I won't know how often they eat there while I'm away. Kind of like how I have my eBay stuff shipped to my mom and dad's in Williamsville.
Yesterday, he consumed 3/4 of a mini-cheeseburger. Nine grams of protein in one of these babies. Progress.