Right now, I am watching her eat lunch. Sauerkraut with leftover curried vegetables. She started with the kraut, then she picked out the spinach, the cheese, and now she's chasing each little pea around her tray. There's still broccoli, carrots, potatoes and corn on that tray. I know which ones I'd have eaten first.
This is why I cook foods I don't particularly like. Because soon enough this kid is only going to be willing to eat three things, none of which are likely to be fermented vegetables and cooked spinach.
Also, because Blue Apron delivers us food. (Which I pay for. This is not sponsored in any way. Also, the leftover curry was not a delivery) I read this post about the tyranny of making dinner, and it resonated, even if I am not employed (and don't have many of the more resource-based obstacles to cooking referenced.)
Meal planning is sort of a sore subject around here. My husband HATES doing it. I don't like cooking the same thing week in and week out. Between the two of us, finding a recipe that's only ingredients everyone eats and enjoys is a really tall order.
So, the service sends us a box with three vegetarian dinners in it, and that's what we eat and it's fine and no one was responsible for it, and our kid is exposed to foods she otherwise would know nothing of (eggplants, mushrooms, chard...) and the other three nights are things we already know we like. On the seventh day, I rest and we eat restaurant food.
We've been at it a couple of months now, and honestly this method really, really works for us.