“Just try it once. If you don' like it you won' have to eat it again,” I tell our son. “How do you know you don' like it if you don't try it?” I implore. “Remember how you used to feel about sushi?” I remind him. “Think of what you'll be missing if it's wonderful and you've refused to taste it,” I beg.
And so it goes with us – badgering in the kitchen, across the dining-room table and in restaurants – as it no doubt goes with all exasperated parents and their obstinate, fussy, nine-year-old children.
Yet I am mostly guilty of the same thing. I admit to being a habitual eater. I have my favourite foods, my so-called signature dishes that I make time
