I think this is all totally reasonable. I didn’t always have the most fun experiences with meals either, and my dad’s relationship to my picky habits really didn’t help.
Right now I do a sizable chunk of the cooking in our home. I’m vegetarian, so the meals I make tend to be meat free. My partner is not vegetarian, but as I said, I make most of the meals, so she is mostly vegetarian by extension. If she wants meat, she asks for some, and I’ll accommodate it - usually it’s like, a bit of bacon on her half of a pizza. When we go out to eat she almost always orders meat. I think that seems perfectly fine, as you say.
So I think y’all are right. If kiddo wants a steak, I’d be perfectly happy to cook one up.
Incidentally, good parm is really tough to replace, but I recently discovered that all bel gioioso cheeses are veggie!
Peaceful accommodation is a Good Thing. I remember a vegetarian friend got upset when we were at the production party for
The King & I (during my theatre years in the '80s). Steak was on offer, so I figured why not - I don't get it that often, so decided to have one. My friend stared at my plate and said, "I suppose you're going to sit there in front of me and
eat that." I said yes, he said he couldn't look at me while I was doing that and he'd eat at another table and see me later.
Fine, his preference and his right. He wasn't obnoxious about it, just unhappy. We never had an argument about it (which was a relief that we never argued about anything; he died several years later, so it's nice that I only have good memories).
Being vegan protects cows.
If nobody eats beef or cheese or drinks milk, what are we supposed to do with the cows? They're a bit big for a house pet.
I don’t even think it needs to be “sorry kiddo pick up a shift down the mines if you want a steak.” As Syn noted, kids aren’t dense and they aren’t unaware of reality. Sitting down with a kiddo and saying like “steak is a sometimes food, so we can only have it once or twice a month,” and letting them pick the steak day or the steak meal (and maybe let them help with the shopping or food prep) is also a way that allows the kid to express their preferences, have agency in their lives, and try new things without having to wreck your finances. I think the binary thinking of “you must always move heaven and earth to accede to the child’s every whim,” or “you must automatically shut down any suggestion that doesn’t accord with your plans or inconveniences you in any way whatsoever,” is not a healthy way to think about parenting, and I think both attitudes lead to bad outcomes down the road.
This is about kids who don't want steak, though. They want no meat at all. If they live somewhere that growing their own veggies would be easy, no problem.
Consider that there are places in the world with a growing season that's short to nonexistent and due to that plus insane regulations on who can grow and sell food to whom, you get a situation like in Canada where we actually import an insane amount of stuff that we're capable of growing ourselves. If a drought or fire happens on the other side of the world, there are things that end up in short supply here.
There are actually municipalities or communities that don't allow gardens for the purpose of growing food. Apparently if you want to grow your own lettuce and carrots, the multinational corporations will starve. Or the neighbors will be annoyed.
They've been experimenting with greenhouses in the Arctic, since you can't grow much out in the open. Food is insanely expensive up there, and at certain times of year can only be brought in by plane or boat. Even the ice roads aren't always reliable anymore due to climate change.
I find it useful to impart upon them, at the earliest of ages, that the world is a cruel and unsentimental place where even as an adult you won’t be treated with dignity, respect, or even basic human agency.
That’s a lesson money can’t buy. Shut up and eat your meatloaf. Enjoy it now because it is only going to get worse, and when your soul is finally crushed, you’ll be making the meatloaf.
(I don’t have children, the reasons for which are probably apparent.)
I actually like meatloaf. I even like liver, as long as I don't have to be in the same vicinity while it's being prepared.
they can be involved in food prep
Now that I'm recalling stuff, I remember Adventures in Home-made Pizza (okay, we used the Kraft pizza kits that come with the basics and you add your own toppings). I have no talent for working with dough, so I got my grandmother to do that. I did the rest of it, and came up with some different sorts of combinations.
Things got interesting when I had the Star Trek club over for a meal and meeting. One person wanted no cheese due to dairy issues. Another wanted lots of cheese. Another wanted no meat. So I managed it, but the meatless one was more like a fruit pizza, as the only other non-meat stuff we had on hand were mushrooms. That's when I discovered that oranges and parmesan are a good combination when baked together. I don't recall if that's the time I used grapes... The next time I had them over for a meal and a session of Dungeons & Dragons, we just ordered Chinese food and my grandmother did home-made egg foo yung.
There was a time when we were totally out of other fruit, so I opened a can of fruit cocktail, drained it, and used that. And then there was the time when we didn't even have fruit cocktail, so I salvaged the pulp from a carton of Beep juice (a sort of orange-juice-based drink I had for breakfast fairly often; I haven't seen it in years). It didn't amount to much, but it provided the fruit taste I like with any pizza. Nowadays I like tomatoes on pizza.
Eventually my dad took over the baking (he had a knack for cakes), and I learned to make all sorts of chocolate-based stuff - haystack cookies, my own original recipe for peanut butter cups (whether the chocolate was milk chocolate or yogurt), and chocolate/yogurt-covered grapes and cherries.