For pete’s sake, of course a kid isn’t going to like something like artichoke hearts sauteed in olive oil served over a bed of baked sturgeon garnished by salmon roe and pomegranite flambe. What sort of a nitwit would ever try serving something like that to a kid? Here’s an idea. Teach your useless daughters how to cook their own meals. Then make what you want for yourself rather than inflicting your weird tastes on other people.