Half the battle with kids is getting them to blasted well try something. They look at it and decide they HATE it, without a morsel passing their lips. My 2, well, especially ds1, used to eat anything you put in front of them. Then for some strange reason, they got really picky. In the beginning I used to give in and go make something else, or serve something shite because I knew they'd eat the processed crap.
However, those first "No. Horrible. Yuk" 's got me off my smug "my children eat anything" high horse, I can tell you!
Now though, I've toughened up and I make it, serve it and if they don't eat it, they go hungry.
Sometimes they don't eat it. Don't get me wrong, at times they go hungry and inside I am fighting with myself not to go make them a jam sandwich or something - it goes against everything you feel as a mother to stand back and not provide food.
But I don't make a big deal out of it either, I don't get cross with them about it. At the end of the day, they have to deal with the empty belly!
I am also quite happy to bribe them - like they get a star for trying a new meal (enough stars on their chart means a new toy!) and I praise them like mad when they do eat their dinner.
Like tonight, I made a baked bean pie thingie. Sounds like something a child would wolf down, right? Ha. Nope. It also had mushrooms, onions and celery in it. All poison as far as my kids are concerned.
So I said I'd buy a tub of nutella in this week's shopping if they ate at least half of what was on their plate.
Ds1 ate over half with no probs, but I had to hold ds2 plate and we agreed what he'd have on each forkful, which I fed to him. It took bloody ages!