If my youngest child had the choice of a big piece of chocolate cake or a bowl of olives, she would pick the olives every single time.
From the moment she could eat, she was interested in all things bursting with flavour – salty, sour and hot.
She's been eating Kalamata olives since she was a toddler. She prefers them over grapes.
If you ask her what she wants for dinner, most nights she'll reply "a plate of food", which is pretty much antipasto.
She eats anchovies on pizza and when we get burgers she's one of the only kids I know who asks for pickles. At home we have a jar of them and she eats them like carrots.
It makes for interesting conversations when you're entertaining and your then three-year-old plonks herself in front of the cheese plate and starts inhaling all the blue cheese and hot salami.
We had to start bringing her own plate of delicious treats when we went out to friends' houses so she wouldn't eat all the adult appetisers.
Even for her eighth birthday we got her a wheel of camembert so she could munch on it, without having to share. She was thrilled.
It's funny the reactions people give you when you're at the supermarket and your small child is bouncing for joy at the glass cabinet in the deli section excited to be picking out yummy treats to snack on. She has such strong feelings on smallgoods that she'll have to get a job soon so she can afford to keep up with her foodie lifestyle.
I always want to tell people that while I have one adventurous eater it doesn't run in the family. Our eldest child would much prefer fruit and lollies. And our middle child will pretty much only eat white and yellow food – like bread, pasta and cheese. She would call the police on us if we dared tried to get her to eat an olive. And the funny part is her middle name is Olive.
But for our youngest child, her culinary world is a rainbow of opportunities and flavours. She will try everything at least once and if she likes it she will embrace it and want to eat it all of the time.
Now all of the special things my husband and I buy for us, safe in the knowledge our kids wouldn't touch them, quickly disappear. I have to hide the smoked cheese, pepperoni and pâté so she can't find them.
Her love of food is so strong I wouldn't be surprised if she grew up to be a restaurant critic or food producer.
Luckily, her passion extends to cooking shows, recipe books and cooking. So what she costs us in food is now being repaid by her making us breakfast on the weekends. And this is a win for everyone.