What do you feed your five-year-old daughter?
Whatever she wants, basically. She’s decided she likes raw oysters. And, you know, grilled cheese sandwiches, pasta with butter, pasta with a little ragù. She’s a normal five-year-old girl, but one whose daddy has chef friends and whose mommy’s Italian, so the likelihood that she’ll find a good pecorino on the table or some white anchovies is probably higher than in most families. I’m not trying to raise a foodie kid—nothing could be more annoying. Today she had Lucky Charms for breakfast.
Full piece here.