On our recent trip to England we were talking with the mother of a wee one who, when the bairn became a bit fussy midday said it was time for her Sunday Roast Lunch. We were quite surprised as the little girl, just 7 months old or so didn't seem to have enough teeth to manage a meal such as this classic family repast.
Then the mother clarified that her Sunday Roast Lunch was pureed in a jar.
Later that week when we were in Hexham checking out the local grocery store as we always do when we travel we spotted an amazing selection of mushy meals for babies with real names you would find on any pub menu in England.
Just in case you can't read these they are: Lancashire Hotpot, Fisherman's Bake, Scrumptious Sunday Lunch, Hearty Cottage Pie, and Spaghetti Bolognese.
These sound right tasty and many measures more exotic than we remember baby food being when we last bought it two decades ago.
You have to be 7-months-old to eat these. Imagine the burps that come out of these intrepid infant diners. Stand back!