“I’ll eat you under the table!” – I whisper to my chocolate bar,hidden from the children. YOU ARE NOT A PARENT YET All types of meals are allowed, all delicacies that make you happy. My private, lovely idea is to combine unhealthy food with spicy dip and olives to make my evening unforgettable. I was delighted that I could happily eat in peace and quiet. No one chokes, splits, no one plays with food. No one argues that this is not what they want.There are no dramas because I cut the sausage into small pieces, but today, my child wanted the whole thing. Last week my son loved peas and…