By all accounts, F is very much going off the jarred foods she's mostly been raised on so far. Now that she's old enough to eat basically whatever we do (within reason - she can't have my chilli sauces or V's christmas chocolates, for example, despite her own ideas), she's tried fresher foods. And she's not one for looking back, thanks.
So I'm cooking evening meals that we can all eat together as a family.
There's a slightly thorny menu selection process. I'm blessed with two very selective and choosy ladies in my family. As well as the dietary requirements of a one-year-old who isn't, for example, allowed much salt in her food, I have to consider the dietary requirements of my wife who isn't, for example, all that keen on food that isn't properly salted. Salt is an easy one, because you can cook without it and add it later.
Fishcakes are another matter.
I like fish. Fish is good for you and should be part of F's diet. V also likes fish. Fishcakes can be prepared in advance and cooked relatively quickly when needed, so if V isn't home until late I can mix them up for F's 1800 dinnertime and then fry a new batch later. They are easy to chew and can have fresh vegetables blended into them or served on the side. You can even keep a batch of the mix for subsequent servings.
All good reasons to consider the humble fishcake as an evening meal. So cod and sweet potato fishcakes was going to be dinner last Wednesday. F got diced yellow pepper with hers, V had fried onion and soy sauce added in for the later servings.
I proudly served F her portion, feeling all smugly daddy-ish that I was cooking real food for my baby girl. She took one bite, squinted in horror, spat everything out, wiped her tongue off with both hands and then spent the next five minutes fervently swiping the remnants off the table, determined to remove every last trace of the abomination from mealtime history. I've seen surgical equipment less clean than she left her place mat.
To be fair, her mother had exactly the same reaction.
It wasn't the greatest fishcake attempt, in all honesty - I'd put too much soy in, so they'd gone very sloppy, and the fish was a piece we had in the freezer that had probably been there a bit too long. Tough and bland in equal measure, even when shredded into sloppy yam mash. At least V didn't actually spit it out. And she even tried to eat it, very politely considering I'd forgotten that she hates fishcakes and that she'd usually rather suffer a sulky husband than force down something on her List of Nopes.
It crossed my mind to provide a list of V's likes and dislikes along with F's Cans and Can'ts and see if any of my readers might suggest recipies. Then I realised that a) I have no way of factoring in F's as-yet-mostly-unknown likes and dislikes, the strength of which I suspect she may have inherited from her mother and b) an accurate and precise list of V's likes and dislikes would take up too many pages on this blog. And c) I'm not even able to recall them correctly anyway, because I'm a halfwit.
Ah well, back to the chopping board. Chicken fajita night, the following dinner, restored my wounded pride, everyone ate that heartily. This is going to be a long and gruelling learning process, I feel.
*I'm as surprised as anyone else is on this. But I fill F's daytime sleeping hours with cleaning and tidying routines, restocking toy boxes, removing chewed bread from underneath the kitchen table, scraping nappy slime off the bath, etc, rather than the exact opposites of these behaviours that one might generally expect of me. As a student, for example, I was