I mean I know I should care, really, but I can't make myself. I've given away our breadmaker and everything. (To be fair, I wouldn't have done if I had more counter space but it was just So Big).

To give you a historic spin on the matter, my great-grandma had to be physically restrained from sprinkling salt on my food when I was a baby as according to her just a few grains would stimulate the taste buds. Now, presumably that means my mother and grandmother had endured the same treatment and yet their kidneys haven't failed.

I appreciate, however, that a sample of two isn't scientifically compelling. Not only that, food has changed a lot since those days and processing adds layers of salt that we don't even taste any more. But I'd still have to say that it's not something I'm enormously troubled by. I don't add salt to things like pasta or veg, and we never add any at the dinner table, so I don't really pay much attention to salt in ham, cheese and bread since Babybear's turned one. Plus we've always preferred unsalted butter.

We do add a bit of veal stock to casseroles and maybe some reduced salt Marigold to soups (although is it only me or does it make things taste awfully same-y?) so I think that makes us fairly virtuous on the salt front. Plus, Babybear drinks water well, so I'm not worried about dehydration.

Am I kidding myself, however? Should I be more stressed about it? What do you lot do? Answers on a postcard please...

Credit where credit's due,  it was actually Mij, mother to the delectable Small, who wanted this question asked but truth be told it was on my list anyway.

You may have seen me comment (whinge, even) that Babybear had gone off carrot entirely and I don't know about you but I'm not so fussed for the stuff that I bothered offering it again for months. However we were at a pal's house and my friend chopped some up and left it out for the babies. Whether a natural competitive streak was activated or she just decided to give it another shot I don't know, but Babybear is now addicted to it once more. So much so that she points at the fridge and says 'ca-ott', which is the sort of thing that encourages you to get the peeler out qick-smart. In fact, such has been her great delight in carrot and her ability to demand it  that she now enjoys 'green carrot' (okay... cucumber), another veggie that she'd long since abandoned.

So I'm not sure I've answered the question, though... I suppose I don't bother not offering food, if you see what I mean? Because we tend to plonk what we are eating onto her highchair she just gets what she gets, the poor child. On the one hand that means that spinach goes from her tray to the floor in one easy move as she appears to loathe the stuff but it certainly wouldn't prevent me from just giving it to her every time we have it. On the other, she is presumably encouraged to eat by the sight of her parents scarfing it down so hopefully she will return to it one day...

Oh, I don't think I've explained that very well, to be honest... can anyone else help?