My generation grew up eating meals that were traditionally cooked in the English way. Meat, potatoes and a couple of vegetables were the norm, followed by the ubiquitous pudding. Woe betide my siblings and I if we refused to eat what was on our plate. It just wasn't done. Therefore I think we grew up with cast iron stomachs. We could eat "anything" that was put in front of us - tripe, brains, kidneys, you name it.
My own children however, were more defiant, and so I found ways to make sure they had their wholesome vegetables. The addition of pineapple to some dishes (my children will have it, that it went in every dish), helped with the bland taste of most vegetables.
As I sit and write, and sip my glass of wine, my daughter races around the kitchen checking pots and pans with exotic contents. She is not afraid to venture into realms unknown by my generation. She adapts recipes from all parts of the globe and as we sit impatiently at the dining table, she magically presents the most marvellous concoctions from her gourmet encyclopedia.
