What's the point of subterfuge?

A good few of you have been extolling the virtues of culinary subterfuge. Hide the vegetables! Coat them, puree them, ketchup them, mash them, blend them - just don't let on to Freddie. I like the glamour of secrecy.... the curious feeling of power as I trick my unwitting infants into eating their worst nightmares. But the truth is it hasn't worked. Maybe I'm not made out to be a mother-turned Mata Hari. I admit I have used such tactics in the past. But the GreatBVC is about a new approach. It's about trying to inspire change. Learning new ways of cooking. Going on an adventure to find out what works in other homes. And having a laugh in the process. Or not, as the case might be.

So with this new spirit of glasnost, I returned last night to artichokes. This time tinned. And Freddie and his sister were given passata, mozarella, lardons of bacon and sliced up artichokes to place in an artistic fashion on two pre-made pizza bases. And do you know what - it actually worked. He handled them, knew what they were and most importantly ate a few on his pizza. So the challenge continues....