Julie Jay: My brown bin overfloweth with meticulously prepared dinners

Such is the ongoing battle in relation to family food that the only real winner in our home is the compost bin.

It’s hard to reconcile today’s tricky toddler consumers with children of yore. As a youngster, I remember informing my father I didn’t like the dinner placed in front of me: rashers, instant mash potato, and sweetcorn (this was an era when sweetcorn was still considered pretty boujee).

“You do like it,” was his response — a logic with which it was pretty hard to argue — and I proceeded to eat the whole thing. This was the 1980s, and there were no alternative dinner options due to Charlie Haughey informing us alternative dinner options were precisely what had got us into this economic mess.