The last several times that I have handed food to our Food Inspector—I mean 2-year-old, she has all but pitched a fit and thrown it down. Well, she did do that. Delectable watermelon. Deli delight. Decadent brownie. Detested and disagreeable. What in the world was wrong with her? If someone handed me a piece of watermelon I didn’t have to cut up, a brownie I didn’t have to bake, and a del...
