How often have you seen the following: You are at a capable restaurant, with a menu renowned far and wide. But you notice the younger ones at the party next to you are eating chicken nuggets. From the kitchen freezer! Prepared in a microwave! Not the salmon cooked to a delectable nuance. Nor beef from some remote grassy pasture, or mushrooms good enough for a sitting president.
Funny part is that we are at our most malleable when we are young. Yet we all too often pass on the chance to create a transcontinental palette in our children due to some queasy look they had at some misty point in the past. Rather than keeping a firm hand on the tiller, we retreat for frozen lunch food. Had Tiger Woods dad asked Tiger at the age of 2 what he thought of golf (remarkably, Earl started Tiger down this avenue before Tiger was two) the mystified look of the baby would have killed the whole venture before it has started.
So nudge them into the culinary unknown. Talk of what they will see in Kyoto and have them try Tempura. Discuss Gaudi’s grand architecture and order up the Tortilla Espanola. Before you know it, they will be perusing the menu, calling out combinations they like and what to try next. And you will have broadened their world well before their first excursion across the ocean