Saturday morning saw Dorje overloading on fruit. For breakfast, he had pawpaw, grenadilla, nectarine and pineapple, and then moved on to the main course of muesli with yogurt and golden linseeds, linseeds, sesame seeds, hemp seeds, pumpkin seeds….. and molasses.

He has sweet molasses at his mom’s house, so is quite used to the taste. However, I don’t have sweet molasses, I have blackstrap molasses, which is extremely bitter.

Two or three years ago I played a trick on him where I swapped sweet molasses with blackstrap molasses. His expression said it all, and I think I put him off any molasses for a few months.

So this time I asked him if he was sure. He said yes. I suggested he taste it first before smothering it all over his muesli,and gave him a tiny bit on a spoon. I asked him if he liked it, but as is his habit, he said yes as the spoon entered his mouth, before actually tasting any.

But even after he’d tasted it he said he liked it! Blackstrap molasses, something even I, drinker of wormwood tea and known as the ‘anti Jamie Oliver’ when I cook for myself, think tastes pretty vile!

I gave him a bigger spoon. He still liked it. I poured a small amount over his muesli. He liked it.

I’m still suspicious, or rather worried that his taste buds have been destroyed somehow. He even asked for ‘yuckie tea’, or wormwood tea the other day. We have a game where we drink a sip, and either make sounds of agony, gasping and gagging in horror, or sounds of ecstasy, as if we were drinking a wondrous ambrosia, nectar of the gods. He drinks a fair bit of wormwood tea before the game wears thin.