Many parents will recognize this moment: You work hard making something new, something delicious and uncontentious, maybe even a dish you loved eating as a child; you then cross your fingers, say a little prayer, and place it in front of your kid. What happens next is as predictable as a game of roulette: a loud NO!, a shy yes, a willingness to try after some firm encouragement, or even, with some luck, your child just tucks in and gives it an enthusiastic go. You never know!
In our house things are more predictable now, I am happy to announce. Max, who’s nine, and Flynn, aged seven, have finally passed their most fussy period. They eat most things. On a recent trip to Paris they surprised us, in a good…
