My mother learnt to cook during the war, and also hated onions, so mince meat on toast (no onions), Hot pot (no onions), pork pies heated in the oven with warm crisps and tripe were put before us. We knew there was nothing else and having been outside playing in the countryside all morning, we just got on an ate it as quickly as possible, pocketed a few dog biscuits for later and escaped back outside asap. My grandchildren were pretty fussy, the first being the worst, the second eating everything as long as each food was separate and the third living on cheese, chips and cucumber. No one is worried because we know that, like the others, as soon as she starts having school dinners in the autumn she will start eating anything! I strongly believe that food is used to blackmail parents and they all fall for it as there is so much choice nowadays.