When we mention things the Princess likes, she tends to demand them, e.g.
Me to Mr. W: Those biscuits we bought for Christmas last year were very nice.
Princess (ad nauseum): Bikkit? Bikkit? Bikkit! Bikkit!
So we spell exciting things, for example “have we got a b-o-t-t-l-e of wine for tonight?”
But she seems to have twigged that spelling involves things she likes so hence this evening as we persuaded her that she should try eating the slop we were offering:
“We have some s-a-l-m-o-n in the fridge, will we give it to her, if we’re desperate?”
Princess (cutting across her father): Yes, yes, yes.
Yes, my child likes smoked salmon. Yeah, and if you think that’s odd, you should see her with venison. When we were in Cork we had venison for dinner the night before we left and she really liked it. There’s a child with notions. So, anyway, I brought some cold venison on the plane for her lunch but, you know, I didn’t fancy saying on the plane “Would you like some venison, dear?” – yes, I have a sense of shame, why do you ask? – so I said “would you like some cold beef?” She peered at the meat. She took it in her chubby paw. She chewed it. She spat it out and stuck it back in her mouth and then once she had swallowed said firmly and clearly “benison”.
on 28 November 2004 at 22:49
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Comment Modified) Mashed apple just doesn’t cut it in your house I guess?
on 29 November 2004 at 00:46
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Comment Modified) Only as a garnish to pork steak probably… 😉 
on 29 November 2004 at 09:24
Never been too partial to the benison myself – give me the pork products any day. I get the sense herself could be a high-maintenance girlfriend in later life…
😉
on 29 November 2004 at 21:30
Hmm, I dunno Jojo, she is also very fond of olives. Is my baby the reincarnation of some deceased dedicated posh partyer?
Well, yes, demolition lover, smoked salmon is nice, but for a toddler? Bobble and JD, clearly not and frankly, Bobble as someone who is part Italian, it ill behoves you to frown at fancy eating. Locotes, must point out that among her less exalted tastes are “sausages!” and “bacon, bacon, bacon!” Norah, a sweetie, you are a kind and generous soul.
on 29 November 2004 at 23:29
See see, I try and pretend to be British and fit in and, and… No, give them watered down wine – always worked in our house.