I am doing this for you.
When he hates everything in front of him at the table, I make him try anyway.
When he says he'll puke if he has to take a bite, I call his bluff.
When he says he doesn't like potatoes, I mash them up and hide them inside.
When he is "full," I make him take five more bites. (Not because I want him to be overstuffed, but because I know when he is lying.)
My dear sweet girl, for you, he will now eat (and enjoy!):
But he would prefer a jelly sandwich.