My daughter A has a weakness for sauces. Foods pronounced inedible become wonderful delicacies with the correct ratio of ketchup to food. Here is an example from tonight.
A: Broccoli? I don't like broccoli!
Me: I don't either, but I still eat it.
A: I'm going to dip it in my milk.
She proceeds to dip a piece of broccoli in her milk. When trying a new food combination she screws up her face and thinks deeply before making her pronouncement, which follows this formula: A description of the taste followed by whether she likes it or not.
A: Tastes like... milk. Milk... and broccoli. Hmmm. I like it!