As a child I hated my mother's meat and potato pie. She used to make the crust thick and doughy because that was the way my father liked it p, and the filling was bland. I was made to sit in misery until I ate it, which I eventually did, often with tears running down my face. I always said that I would not do he same to my children and I didn't, although if they refused to eat a meal they didn't get anything else. (There often wasn't anything else!). DD said when GS was small that she wouldn't be a slave to his likes and dislikes. Well, they say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions! He would eat just about anything you put in front of him - animal or vegetable - until he was about nineteen months old then, inexplicably, the shutters came down with a bang and he suddenly stopped eating all sorts of things, potatoes, butter on bread and anything with tomatoes or a sauce on being particular no-no's. She never made him eat things he didn't like, and stopped beating her brains out trying to find things he did like. He seemed to live on plain pasta and vegetables for ages, but it did him no harm and his palate has broadened over the last few years so that now, at ten, he is quite adventurous. And now, after many years, I like meat and potato pie!