Last night for the millionth time during dinner I heard "I don't want this, it's gross!" That was enough for me. I kind of went of the deep end and told the kids I was done, I was no longer cooking.
The next morning I woke up to the girl and boy telling me to get up, they were making breakfast. They created a great menu with foods and drinks for me to choose from.
The boy looked at me and said, "we're trying to get you to cook dinner again." It might have worked :)