Marmite sandwiches and lemon sorbet

Strange tastes these toddlers have.
Offer them the basics, staple items from normal toddler diets, and noses are turned up.
Offer them toast and Marmite and neither can get enough.
The G has a standard response to the question What would you like for your lunch?
Referring to her favourite sandwiches, she barks back in no uncertain fashion:
"Jam. Bovril."
Not in the same sandwich, you understand, but still. That has to be unusual, no?
The G is allergic to fruit. Not actually allergic, not in a medical sense. But allergic in the sense that anything organic - anything to have grown on a tree, bush or in a field - is not passing her lips.
Strawberry? Raspberry? Peach? Forget about it.
Marmite sandwich? Go on then.
The B, the fussiest of eaters through the first stages of toddlerhood, is much better, although he isn't without his own eccentricities.
"Could I have a cup of tea please Daddy?" he just asked.
It's not the most unusual thing that he'll drink.
In recent days, he has acquired a taste for grapefruit juice.
Sour doesn't seem to faze. His favourite pudding at the moment is lemon sorbet, proper lemon sorbet, the real screw-up-your face kind, the good stuff.
The G, her tooth is sweeter.
For breakfast this morning, toast served four ways: honey, blackcurrant jam, lemon curd and chocolate spread.
Perhaps her tastes are not so strange after all.
@homedad. 

SAHD: 23/7/2011