This is really just me needing to vent the incredible amount of frustration I am feeling, but also I can't imagine I'm alone on dealing with this issue: seniors, bless their hearts, are so darn picky when it comes to food!
My grandmother always tells me "I'm not picky, you know that." and boy do I have to bite my tongue for response. As Debbie on Queer as Folk would say: "I'm biting my tongue so hard, I'm tasting blood!" Hahaha.
Because yeah, grandma you are SO picky. Anything I put in front of this woman, she takes *maybe* TWO bites and suddenly doesn't feel like eating. It doesn't matter what it is, or consistency, or anything. There is really no rhyme or reason to it. Believe me, I've tried everything and have posed this issue to the forum before for ideas and nothing seems to work. The only thing she will eat is Ensure and the PB&J sandwiches I make her. And candy/cookies. Mind you, I don't begrudge her any of these. Heck, at 94, she's earned it. But there are so many times where she will ask me for cake or pastry type desserts, but when I get it, she doesn't eat it! URGHHH! I brought one home the other day which she specifically requested, and as soon as I cut it up and put it into little snack baggies for her, she asked me to put it away in the freezer (where she can't get to it, and will of course forget about it.) She wanted fresh cut fruit, which I also bought, and she hasn't touched it yet. She asks me what is in the house and when I offer it to her, she doesn't want it or doesn't eat it.
I can't help but get angry at this, because to me, this is bad behavior. To me, this is what a spoiled 5 year old would act like (which I realize she's in that mindset). I'm just so sick of it! Why bother buying this crap for her if she won't touch it?!
Of course I realize that this is part of dementia: they can't taste much of anything anymore besides sweets (which is why they crave it), and the body is shutting down, so they don't need a lot of calories and the appetite is disappearing as a result. So while I get the ins and outs of it, it's just so frustrating to figure out what the heck she wants that she would actually eat. And I work two jobs, so it's not like I have time to fuss over this.
While she can't help it, and it's not her fault, this is just one of the things about dementia that really pisses me off so much. Sometimes I just want to bang my head against a wall.