uite unexpectedly, weaning my nine-month-old baby daughter has become a journey of culinary rediscovery for me. While it’s not without its challenges (let’s just say that the dog and kitchen floor have never been better fed), what’s fascinating to me is watching her tastes and preferences develop over time as she explores her emerging palate, and this enthralling new world of textures and flavours. Some things are immediately rejected, while others are mushed around and mulled over, but one thing that’s usually guaranteed to stay within the bounds of her high chair tray is seasonal fruit. We have a sweet tooth on our hands. In summer, it was
