As a British kid, first thing you learn is to eat what's on the plate or go hungry. If you're lucky.

If you're unlucky you have to sit at the table for hours in a battle of wills over a baked custard tart (50 years later and still, just, can't eat cold baked custard tart flan)

Second thing you learn, you can't judge food by it's looks. Except cold baked custard tart, obvs.

Bon apetite!