In a recent post, I casually dropped a reference to the classic childhood memory of being told to clean your plate because children are starving in _____ (fill in with the typical, not-always-accurate-but-usually-far-away, place.) By the way, do parents still say this these days?
I realized after reading the comments in that post that I didn't fully express my thoughts about this tactic to get kids to eat their dinner. Like most of the commenters, I'm not in favor of it, and have had to work at undoing the habit of cleaning my plate in my own life.
The Clean Plate Club teaches us three things, usually using three not-always-so-skillful emotions: the first is guilt for not finishing everything on our plates, the second is some kind of fear around lack of food and the third is pity (and some more of that guilt) for someone less fortunate than ourselves.
Encouraging eating via guilt is a setup for all sorts of problems, including overeating. Cleaning our plate becomes deeply habitual and teaches us to override the signals our body is sending us that we're full. We finish eating when the plate is empty and not when we're satisfied, eventually causing us to lose the sense of what being satisfied means.
Instead of guilt and fear, I like to encourage appreciation and gratitude. We can encourage children (and ourselves) to notice, appreciate and enjoy what is right there in front of us. Ask children questions about what they are tasting, engage them in stories about their food, teach them where it comes from.
And there's also appreciation and gratitude for being fed, for having access to safe and reliable food sources. Often this can be covered in the ritual of a mealtime prayer or blessing, but it can also come up in casual discussion. The most important thing is to introduce children to a sense of gratitude, and to not take food for granted.
The blessing/curse of privilege is a tricky road to traverse, so teaching children how to be compassionate and to consider others is a critical life lesson. Something more meaningful, like helping out at a soup kitchen or raising money for hunger relief, will go a lot further than becoming a member of The Clean Plate Club.
So in the end, I continue to think its very important not to waste food and that this a fine thing to teach children. But not by licking our bowls clean at every meal (although that can be a really fun thing to do, especially if they contain chocolate ice cream.)
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I recently learned that there exists in some parts of the world a tradition of "leaving some for the ancestors" or some such offering. As a way to promote gratitude and remembering, you are encouraged to leave a bite of every dish.
I think it's a pretty interesting idea, especially if it's something I like.
I am also trying to take less. If I know I can go back for seconds why do I need to take so much for firsts?
Just things I have been thinking about looking at my own guilt/lack/surplus/etc.
My biggest issue with telling children to clean their plates is that the children are rarely the ones who serve up the food. I know with my dad it was an attempt to teach what Daigan mentions above - that you can always go back for seconds.
Plus I totally agree that it teaches children guilt and other issues around food, when food should be celebrated and enjoyed.
We do end up throwing things out from the fridge, on occasion, usually through lack of planning and items spoiling. That one I'm working on.
I can't contribute anything philosophical here, but I can share my memory of being forced to join the Clean Plate Club. I had to sit at the dinner table for an extra hour until I ate a sufficient portion of the meatloaf sitting in front of me.
Needless to say, I am repulsed by meatloaf to this very day. Thanks, Mom.
My Mom grew up in post WWII Germany, and every time I tried to leave food on a plate I had to listen to stories about how she grew up hungry and would have loved to have what I had, blah, blah, blah. I'm not trying to downplay her experiences, but when you're little and well-fed, you can't empathize. To this day I struggle with food in general, not just the idea of cleaning my plate, and I think I always will. It's important to teach your children to appreciate what they have, but not by teaching them to ignore their bodies' natural signals. That's a lesson that takes a lifetime to unlearn.
Luckily, my parents never forced me to clean up my plate and I'm very grateful for that. We were always asked how hungry we were or - when we were old enough - served ourselves. There were always the pots in the middle of the table where you could get a second helping.
The only rule concerned food my brother and I despised (e.g., beef tongue): we had to eat 3 spoonfuls/forkfuls. The lesson was to be grateful for the food
Show of hands... former members of the "Do Bee a Plate Cleaner" Club who now struggle with maintaining their weight... anyone?
With my parents, it had to do with trying to get vegetables down my gullet.
And it failed, both to get me to finish dinner (I was willing to be punished) and to get me to like vegetables.
As a grown-up, I will voluntarily eat spinach and carrots and such, but if I ever have kids, we will proceed on the "try a spoonful of this, dear" method rather than on the "you must finish a big dollop or else" routine.
I would never punish my children for not cleaning their plate. Learning to put just the right amount of food on your plate based on how hungry you are takes years to learn...sometimes I still put too much/too little.
Not talking about children here. Don't feel I am qualified to comment on that.
Adults: Slow down. Forget about the clean plate or leave some deliberately. I have never been a compulsive clean-plate person but I did probably eat too fast. Tried not to, but would be doing the 'type-A' thing get halfway through a meal and start thinking about what's next - clean up, next activity, left something half-finished outside....
A brain injury resulting in some paralysis to my face and throat 'helped' me learn to eat very slowly and guess what - it is the better way. Mealtime is pleasantly improved at a slower pace! I do not recommend learning this the 'hard way' as I did. I can enjoy the food, if I have a guest I seem to enjoy the companionship more, and I believe I become satiated with less.
I am not talking about a zen-like thing with me and the food. Distractions such as a companion, movies, news on the radio, book,... seem to fit in fine at a slower pace.
Why not learn to serve yourself only a modest portion, and then be sure to finish every last bit of it? That way, you are not overeating and no wasting food either.
Starvation does exist in vast areas of our world, even here in the US. There is very good reason to feel guilty about throwing away food.
In our house, cleaning our plates turned into a power play with one person trying to force another to do what they wanted. if we didn't comply with what ever was demanded then we were ripped up by the shirt and shaken, or forced to sit there for hours on end. It was not about wasting food as much as one person's expectations of how much the kids should eat and what the kids should eat. Dinner time was dreaded but required. It always turned into a food fight...a fight over who got which piece or how much or forced to eat something, usually, green. I would never, ever, force anyone for any reason to eat anything on their plate that they did not want, nor would I put it in the refrigerator with expectations that they would come back. If they want to eat it later, then they can put it back. To this day, I have serious problems with food and eating around other people...all because of the "clean plate".
Starvation does exist in this world. Has likely been around for a long time and will likely be in the future.
There is a logistical issue with the 8 oz. of leftover pasta in the fridge from last night - if I can't use it, I have a few choices: use it soon, failing that throw it away, feed it to the critters outside, drive across town and find someone who is hungry and give it to them and, as such, make a small step toward eliminating world hunger.
The part of the equation that I have found challenging is the ability to prepare just enough, a realistic amount, what I can really use, being efficient and careful with my shopping habits. If I'm not careful my fridge becomes a biology lab and my freezer a holding/freeze-drying apparatus.
The 'eye candy' that tempts me on food blogs and such, food packaging/pricing, the personal satisfaction I get from cooking, all seem to conspire against my better judgement sometimes and add up to waste, usually unnecessary waste. "What was I thinking? Did I expect the Waltons were going to drop in for dinner?"
Guilt is not helpful in resolution of this issue. I prefer to think that it is a matter of skill and thoughtfulness. Sometimes the best approach be to admit to myself cooking is a hobby, a rather harmless one, and just like sky-diving, stamp-collecting, home decorating,... the hobby entail some cost.
Addressing hunger, at least, mitigating it where it can be reasonably accomplished entails charity on my part and the part of others and also, the political courage of our leaders.
Sorry, felt like rambling, think I'll have a snack. Leftover pasta?
Granted, it may take a children a long time to learn correct portions, and children are still learning what they like, but what's wrong with parents doling out small portions and asking their children if they want seconds?
I agree with nupur. Just because you are grateful for the food in front of you doesn't give you license to waste it.
"Take what you need, eat what you take." I've heard that my entire life, and have always felt connected with those who are hungry a mile away or several continents away, and aware that overeating or simply filling one's plate beyond what's edible are both problematic situations. Taking less upfront and then eating or incorporating leftovers work well for me.
My sister and I were never forced to "clean our plates" when we were younger, but it was definitely a requirement to take at least three good-sized bites of everything - mostly new foods/vegetables.
I like that rule, even though I grew up to be a super picky eater (no relation), and will probably use it when the time comes that I can.
i have a very vivid memory of the first time i overrode my body's signals to please someone: i was at a diner with my mom (of course), i was very young. i can still see the sunshine on the empty plate and my mom's proud, delighted face. she grew up in wartime phillippines, i don't blame her for her strategy, really. but often if i don't finish my meal, and i pay close attention, i can sense my fear of losing love.
as a parent, i don't force my kids to eat anything ever. i put out small portions and try to trust they will eat what they need when they need.
I work as a nanny and quite often I have troubles with getting the kid I am watching to eat when I don't give her exactly what she wants. Obviously I can't give her PB and J every single day but that's all she wants. I only give her that once a week though and the other days I have to get really creative to touch her food. I don't need her to clean her plate but if, after 20 minutes of discussion we finally come to an agreement what she wants to eat and then I make it and then she doesn't even touch it - it makes me want to give her the whole "But kids are starving in Africa". Of course I know that this is not a logical explanation so I don't use it. But I will say other things. One time I explained to her how it is bad for the environment to waist food and I went into a long rant about recycling and how the trash will cover the earth and all that. Mind you - she is only three and just stared at me like I am completely bonkers through my whole speech.
Anyway, I never ask her to clean her plate but if I give her a tiny portion and she doesn't even eat half of it and then she is hungry, asking for crappy food like goldfish crackers two hours later, that's when I get annoyed.
Any idea on how to handle a situation like that?
I am just re-reading my post, sorry for the mistakes, of course I meant "waste" not "waist" and "creative to eat her food" not to "touch her food".
I still feel wicked guilty wasting food...
My grandmother always told us "take all you want but eat all you take" which was apparently a common sign posted in the mess halls when my grandfather was serving in WWII. It taught us to assess how hungry we were without feeling guilty in the end.
sorry, but i get so mad seeing people in restaurants leaving half the food on their plates and then not taking it to go. whenever i see that or people in supermarkets who take frozen or refrigerated foods, change their minds and leave them out somewhere like the magazine rack, it makes me wish them hunger. i grew up in poland, a country that has known hunger, and i think throwing out food is evil.
hafing said that, i frequently cook too much, which makes for perfect frozen meals for the week ahead.
having said that, obviously. not "hafing saif that"
Evil, hate, wicked, guilt,.... There are a lot of vitriolic words in these comments!
austrianinchicago, when she asks for a junk food snack, explain that she cannot have that, but if she's hungry she can eat real food (fruits, veggies, etc). Maybe you could make it a rule that if she doesn't eat a reasonable amount of nutritious lunch food, then there are no sweet/junk snacks. It isn't a punishment, we just need to eat healthy foods before we are allowed to eat goldfish crackers.
We didn't have a clean plate rule growing up--I was in college before I even heard the phrase "clean plate club"--but I still struggle not to overeat in part due to the sense that to not finish is wasteful. But I've come to realize that stuffing extra food down my throat is still wasteful--only I'm trashing my body. Yuck. So while I definitely make a conscious effort not to overserve myself, and I love leftovers, when the occasion arises that I have too much food but it won't keep well, I no longer feel guilty about throwing it out. No one's going to magically transport it to someone in need, and it's better than treating my body as a trash can.
I'm not a fan of the Clean Plate Club (definitely lived through it growing up.)
However, with an eight year old daughter who can barely sit still through a meal, I have asked her to PLEASE eat her dinner - that she can't come running to me in 15 minutes saying she's hungry.
Our house rule is you have to try everything. You don't have to finish it if you don't like it, but you have to try it.
Remarkably, many of her friends now eat foods they thought they didn't like after trying it at our house. (salad, fresh garlic, home-made meatballs, scrambled eggs, homemade muffins and breads, the list goes on and on.)
I still to this day have difficulty judging how much food to make much less how much I want to eat.
I was a part of the clean plate club growing up, although my mom now denies giving me a gold star on the calendar whenever I cleaned my plate (and as kids we want to please our parents).
I pretty much make food, expecting leftovers, and then decide how much I think I should eat and then halve it. I still usually end up with too much food.
Food is tied up with feeling the need to please others, guilt, shame, and it often feels like by wanting food I am doing something wrong even if I am genuinely hungry. It didn't teach me to empathize with people who are less fortunate it was just another thing I was expected to do or else be punished.
We're a vegetarian family, and our method is to let each one of us take what we want at the start, and then go back for more if we want. We don't waste anything that we cook. This works well for beans, grains, soups, veggie dishes etc which is what we eat. I lived in Ethiopia as a child and saw those with truly nothing, so I am allergic to waste. Any left-overs go for lunches the next day.
Had experiences with a couple of large (really large, like 12 kids) families. One in particular comes to mind.
Kids were all ages and had busy lives. Dinner at home was, for example, at 7:00pm each night. Everyone who could make it was there. Everyone pitched in afterwards and cleaned up and got the kitchen and dining room in ship-shape for the next meal. Afterwards, mother put a lock on the kitchen door.
Stragglers, 'I was playing xyz with pdq..., ballet/soccer practice... could get all the water they wanted from the bathroom. It was a wonderful family and so far as I know, no one starved.
BetterBombshell, I completely agree. The day I finally realized that extra food on my plate is wasted more by me stuffing it in my belly than putting it in the fridge was life-changing. And if it needs to get thrown out, that's okay with me. My stomach is NOT a trash can.
The only safe thing to do with something like this is NEVER MENTION IT AGAIN. People don't read what you write...most of them don't. They read part of it and fill in the imagined blanks with their own opinions. Believe me. It never turns out well.
Am I the only one who actually like the clean plate rule that I had growing up? I never overate or felt like my stomach was a trashcan growing up. Portion size always started smaller and we were encouraged to take seconds if we needed. To this day, I know what amount of food I can eat without feeling overstuffed---which means that I don't get Venti lattes or supersize my meals. If we had leftovers, one day a week my mom would cook less and we would finish those. On family trips to a third world country I could easily see children younger than me who were starving---which made me appreciate what was on my plate more.
Antifeminist though it may be, I've tried to counter act the "finish your food" force with "A lady always leaves something on her plate."
Off topic, but I love the plate in that pic. Where is it from?
39520expat....excuse me! I read every word of these comments and really hear what is being said. Everyone comes to this issue from a different point and the shared experience opens alot of eyes. I've been following this post all day...every word..and gained alot of knowledge. Often the comments after the posts are more insightful and educational than the posts themselves. Dana wrote today's post because of the comments on last weeks...so are comments are being read...every heartful, honest word.
Our rule growing up was a kinder version of the clean plate club: eat what you serve yourself.
I HATE wasting food, and will eat to the point of feeling over full because of it. I'm aware of it, and am trying to be better, but I was brought up in a household where you finished everything, so I still do. There were nights when I had to eat extra ketchup because I took too much. And there were nights where I was left alone at the dinner table to eat kidney bean salad, I still don't like kidney beans.
I've had this discussion with many friends from many backgrounds and I have one friend who was taught to always leave 2 bites of food on her plate because it was "socially acceptable", aka they were wealthy and to show that they weren't starving at home, they ate slowly, politely and always left two bites.
I say we should all learn to stop BEFORE we are full, slow down when we eat(I'm STILL working on this!), and be careful to TASTE our food, something I think doesn't get discussed enough. My boyfriend is so good at picking out each flavor in a bite.
If that delicious looking breakfast was on my plate, I'd clean it too.
I grew up in a big family. There was always food on the table, but there wasn't always plenty of food. There were many meals when I went away still feeling hungry. This was abated to a large degree when our family got smaller as older siblings moved away and my father was able finally to grow a very large garden.
But it's hard not to want to eat as much as I can as a result, now that food is available in plenty. I keep things under control mostly by eating out almost never. Portions in restaurants nowadays are insane. At home I can serve myself and immediately put leftovers in the fridge for the next day's lunch.
My rule for my children is that they can stop eating until they're full, but no snacks until they finish the meal they have. So, any leftover breakfast is served until lunch, lunch until dinner, and dinner until bed time. This eliminates nearly all waste, keeps them eating a healthy variety of foods, but allows them to decide when they're full without negative consequences.
Repebe: The plates are from Anthropologie, bought from their sale room about a year or two ago.
For Everyone: I very much appreciate all your comments, how they expand and stretch my original thoughts, and what they say about what its like to be a human being. In particular, I appreciate how they've reveal that this topic--child rearing, eating, memory, emotions, social responsibility, hunger--is rich and complex and relevant. Thank you!
food is such a hot button! and so much more political than we realize. i will never forget a quote i heard once in a talk about the links between food, sex, and guilt in our society--especially for women:
"the menage a trois we're made to feel guilty about is with ben & jerry."
i have a little different take on the clean plate club: in our house we had dinner at the table almost every night. and it was a nightmare. you never knew when my parents were going to start lecturing me about the evils of having sex (i wasn't), or start demanding an accounting of the curse words i heard in the halls at school (seriously), or better yet start arguing politics in a completely irrational way (i think my father still believes jimmy carter was a communist--ooh, am i dating myself?). i used to literally put my head down and shovel in food so i could announce that i was full and escape back to my room. i'll never forget the first time i, home from college, realized i didn't have to sit there: i had a car and an apartment of my own that i could go back to!
these days, i have a wonderful partner who is a wonderful cook and we eat together as often as we can...but i still have to remind myself to slow down and enjoy the food. i laughed at the post above where someone said they weren't "all zen-like" about that, because that's exactly what i try to think of: thich naht han's admonition to chew slowly and thoroughly, to enjoy your food, make it last, and present it to your body ready to be used.
@The Polish Chick, did it ever occur to you that the people leaving food in restaurants maybe were headed to a show after and didn't want to risk food poisoning? Or maybe they hated it and didn't want it to rot in their fridge? Or perhaps they had some other reason for not taking it. Don't judge, you don't know the logic behind it. Feel free, however, to loathe the lazy people in the grocery store.
@austrianinchicago You might try reading your charg
Hm, it seems my HTML tags failed. I was going to say, try reading your charge Bread and Jam for Frances. Frances only likes bread and jam until her mother starts giving it to her for every meal. She quickly tires of it and starts eating other things. My sister was the picky eater and to this day our family will call her Frances if we're teasing her.
me, p (too) - i am trying to leave a bite or 2 on the plate but it's so hard! and using a smaller plate.
funny story - i used to live in china and kids there were told to clean their plates (bowls?) because of the poor children in the West who couldn't go to school because we apparently were all slaving away in factories!!!
it's just parents f***ing us up ... call freud. if you listen to your body it's amazing to find you are full after 3-4 bites. and i love to eat a hefty meal ... there's the weight problem disconnect right there :)
What the heck is that???
I m a willing member of the Clean Plate Club. It did make me a fat kid, tho. Now I use a luncheon sized plate at home and serve myself only what I'll eat without seconds. Being fallible, sometimes it works, sometimes it is a DISASTER.
My father is from Oklahoma where the Clean Plate Club is, so I understand, fairly common. It must have scarred him for life, because he is the most anti-big meal person I have ever known. We were never made to eat ANYTHING we did not want to eat, and never made to feel guilty when we didn't finish our food. Dinnertime was a time to be together, not to worry about who was eating how much.
I think this relaxed approach is part of the reason why neither I nor my brothers are picky eaters and why we rarely wasted food.