Fast-forward to toddlerhood, and suddenly my worldly, curry-loving baby would only eat three things: buttered noodles (but only the right shape), chicken nuggets, and extremely expensive berries. Any attempt to deviate resulted in a hunger strike that could rival a political protest. It was soul-crushing. AND, did I mention expensive? At one point, I subscribed to one of those fancy pre-made meal services for toddlers. I was desperate. She ate exactly none of it. I cried. She
