What's cookin?

I am not the best chef in the world. In fact, I wouldn't so much as call myself a cook in the slightest. I'm more like the Hamburglar, or the seamless web maven. I can order takeout and put pre cooked foods in the oven like a pro! The problem is that with a toddler, and a very picky one at that, I don't have these options anymore. Or I shouldn't anyway. She's so not into eating these days. She enjoys making art of food rather than gaining nutrition from it. Everyday, I break a sweat when its meal time. What do I make, how do I make it, and will this ultimately just touch the grubby hands of my toddler and meet its end deep in the crevices of my carpet? And of course go to waste? In fact, I'm typing this totally procrastinating. My child is staring at me while standing on her dad's cajon drum and asking me "wahh yu do-een?", with my decorative fall leaves she ripped off the top of our living room furniture in hand. The master is summoning me for her royal meal. Who wants Mac'n'cheese? I need help.