From the NY Times:
I came to the realization that America is in the grips of a nefarious chicken-finger pandemic, in which a blandly tasty foodstuff has somehow become the de facto official nibble of our young.We've never been to ConAgra [heh], but the kid won't eat a chicken anything. We've almost always operated on the "kid eats what the parents eat" principle. The "kid eats anything, parents will be relieved" principle also holds a lot of sway. The "kid eats what the dad eats" is out, though, until she can buy her own Diet Coke and her own damn box of Fruity Pebbles.
ConAgra manufactures a product line called Kid Cuisine: prepackaged meals in compartmented, TV-dinner-style trays. If you visit the company’s Web site, you’ll find that all 14 Kid Cuisine meals are beige-yellow-ocher in color — a grim hallmark of the genre — and 5 of them are built around an entree in the breaded-chicken-nubbin family.