After reading the many benefits of cod liver oil, I decided it was time to bite the bullet. I bought myself the gel caps because there ain’t no way I’m swallowing a teaspoon of straight oil every day. Or ever. I’ve been taking them for a few weeks.
Then I decided I ought to get them for the kids too. I bought the liquid for them because it’s much cheaper that way. I figured I could disguise it somehow so that it’s palatable. They’re kids, right? What do they know?
The container said that it’s fruit flavored, so I thought perhaps I’d get lucky and they’d be happy to eat it straight. Worth a try, right? So last night before dinner, I poured some on a spoon and told my son to try it. He looked at it skeptically, took a taste, and proceeded to gag and sputter with dramatic abandon. Perhaps I should have him try out for a local theater production.
Then my daughters came into the room. Surprisingly, they didn’t allow my son’s dramatic display of distaste to phase them, perhaps because they both love medicine. At any rate, they each opened up and allowed me to put a half-teaspoon full in their mouths, then promptly ran for their water glasses and proceeded to make known their displeasure.
So I was zero for three. Time to move to the next stage of Operation Cod Liver Oil.
This morning, when no one was paying attention, I quietly measured out the cod liver oil into three juice glasses. Then I covered it with orange juice and proceeded to make eggs. My husband went to set the table and noticed the oily bubbles in the top of the juice glasses. He looked over at me and said loudly, “Something’s in these cups.” I shot Sherlock Holmes the evil eye and shook my head sharply, looking pointedly at the kids. He got the message and left the juice glasses alone.
We sat down to breakfast, and my son took his glass to his lips, looked at it suspiciously, and furled his brow. “This tastes like lipstick!” he exclaimed.
“Really,” I responded innocently. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
He took a sip. “UGH! WHAT’S IN THIS!?”
I snorted. I couldn’t keep up the act. “It’s the cod liver oil,” I whispered. “Shhh. I’ll get you another.”
Somehow his sisters remained blissfully ignorant to the whole conversation. I replaced his cup with plain juice and then looked at my girls, awaiting their reaction.
My 3-year-old picked up her glass and started to drink. I waited.
Nothing. Not a word.
Score! She drank the whole thing in a matter of a few minutes, and my husband looked at me with a sly smile. “Down the hatch!” he proclaimed with a satisfied smile.
My son started to chortle in amusement at his sister’s gullibility, but his dad cut him off with a quick glare before the girls were any the wiser.
My 6-year-old also drank a few sips without comment. She didn’t finish it, and I didn’t push it this time. I congratulated myself that she didn’t seem to notice that anything was amiss.
Looks like I’m 2 for 3 with the orange juice disguised cod liver oil. I figure if I add cod liver oil to their morning orange juice every day, they’ll never know it any other way.
As for my son, I’m going to have to get more creative. Anyone got a bright idea for how to sneak a half-teaspoon of cod liver oil into a 9-year-old boy’s diet? Perhaps I should try making cod fish liver oil juice pops. Hmmmm…
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Anyone who may be wondering why on earth I’m trying so hard to get cod liver oil into my kids can find plenty of information by googling it. Here is one article that sums it up nicely, although I disagree about limiting fish intake. Wild caught fish is very good for you, and societies that eat a lot of fish are generally very healthy. That’s my 2 cents, at least, if it’s even worth that.