S has started requesting (and eating!) her own concoctions. This morning she asked the husband for a turkey, cheese, peanut butter and honey sandwich. W didn't want to make it for her because he was sure she wouldn't eat it. We decided not to force her to only eat what we deem to be acceptable meals so he made the sandwich. She ate the whole thing!
Truth be told, I used to eat the craziest things, including peanut butter on hot dogs, so I can't blame her that much. It is surely genetics. :D