My son loves Terry Pratchett (fantasy + sci fi author, known for the DiscWorld series). A word he has taken from these books is repugnant. An excellent word, it’s a great addition to his vocabulary.
Regrettably, he has decided risotto is repugnant.
Risotto is respectable. My baked tomato risotto has onions, carrots and tomatoes. I always feel relieved and a little virtuous when this risotto is eaten.
I’d like to get to a point where my children share a desire for a decent number of the same dinners. Perverse, are my children. My daughter, who once cried “oh yuck” at the mention of risotto, is now joyful when she hears it is being served. My son, who ate this meal without (too much*) complaint, now finds it distasteful. I am not sure why. I need to find the right moment to ask.
After a wee break, I will present this meal again. Foods do tend to come back into favour...eventually.
*Most days, there is fuss. I try to ignore it. Sometimes I am patient, sometimes not. I prefer to eat without causing combat at the table but I tend to be argumentative, and like to win. Also, I am not a restaurant and therefore present limited options. This does not please the royal highnesses/children.
P.S. My daughter is currently learning about alliteration, hence the title.