Up until freezers were invented most children ate what was cooked by a parent ( usually mum) and dad's portion would be left warming in the oven.
The notion of serving high fat, neon coloured food eg fish fingers and chips didn't really exist before then.
It's worrying and sad that there are so many children and , indeed, adults , who absolutely refuse to eat anything other than chicken nuggets/pizza/fish fingers and / or chips or plain pasta, and is considered to have food sensory issues.
These foods barely , if at all, existed in early /mid sixties.
My parents are Eastern European and when I went to a friend's house for tea, I was served fish fingers , chips and peas, with white sliced bread and butter. I didn't know how to eat it.
Fish fingers didn't look like proper food.
It tasted so very lovely and I kept badgering my mum for this food forever.
She couldn't afford this food as she could only afford to cook one meal a day.
I persisted in my demands, as other tea dates revealed to me that 'English' food was what I wanted. I started to refuse my mum's home cooked food and my mum relented. ( this went on for a long time.)
I would shout and scream when my mum cooked her food and I refused to eat it.
Eventually, I got my way. My mum started to cook chips which I demanded every day. I got fish fingers, and I got pies!!! Oh my days!!! Pastry!!! My addiction to crap food began.
So did my waistline.
I became the fattest child at school. I was desperately sad about it and was bullied and poked fun at, even by the teachers , but my need for this high fat food was all consuming as it made me feel better.
In 1974 , my mum and dad sat me down and told me , in no uncertain terms, that the school nurses had highlighted my vastness ( I was size 20 at the age of 10!!!) and I'd been referred to Social Services. My mum told me , crying, that I couldn't eat my beloved pies, fish gingers, chips , crispy pancakes etc... any more as I'd be removed from my parents.
My agony wasn't that I'd be removed from my parents, it was that I couldn't eat my beloved shit food anymore!
Thank God that my mum saw the light of day.
She persisted and I started to eat healthier as I didn't want to be removed from my parents. My mum started by doing a hybrid of foods and I eventually started to lose weight.
By 14 I was size 14. I was also becoming more aware of excess weight, as a young woman.
At 18 I wore size 10.
Alas , my weight has fluctuated ever since, depending on IBS flares, which I attribute to my youthful shit diet.
Sorry, it felt cathartic to write this down.
Please don't give in to your children's demands and food sensory issues are a very modern thing. Real but modern.