Looks like Anthony Bourdain's daughter has a more advanced palate than I do:
My one-and-a-half-year-old baby daughter loves olives. And caper berries. And salty Parmigiano-reggiano cheese. Her love of rabbits (as food) is already well established. But I discovered today that she adores polenta--served with the hot, rendered fat of roasted game birds. And that she goes absolutely bat shit over risotto made with wild nettles.
Gone are the days of apple juice and milk for toddlers, since his daughter also prefers "[a dipped] finger in the local red wine" to juice. No doubt about it, Bourdain is raising a foodie's dream child.