My kids, overall, are good eaters. I won’t go into my philosophy in detail just that I take a French-mother/Man Who Ate Everything approach to feeding them. It seems to be working for us –despite the occasional protests.
One thing I have always tried to do is make sure my girls know where their food comes from. I do not want to find myself, burger in hand, facing my kid around 12 suddenly stricken with a look of horror saying:
Wait you mean burgers and cows are the same thing? So what was the animal we ate last night?
Me: Well we had venison so you could say we ate Bambi, well probably her mother.