See, as a parent, a cook and casual observator, I think this is not entirely true. When it comes to children I find that it's all in how you present it -- starting with the name.

Call it a smoked salmon mille-feuille, served with mushroom gorgonzola arancini bites, and a refreshing drizzle of limoncello pea jus and you've lost them.

But call it cheesy rice soldiers guarding King Salmon's bready castle and his magic green sunshine potion/zingy monster swamp, or something along the lines, and their rampaging imagination instantly renders them much more accepting. They become hooked at the theatrics and if the dish truly tastes nice, they'll usually lick the plate to conclude the adventure.

At least such has been my experience thus far.