Finicky

Yesterday you wouldn't eat meat paste (a former all-time favorite).
You will no longer accept anything served up on a spoon.
This spoon-strike includes former-favorite yogurt, applesauce, the aforementioned meat paste and pureed anything. You will accept things on a fork—but only if its my fork and my food. Only then will you take the hand-out and then promptly take over.
Last weekend you dined on my Pad See Ew at a Thai resturant (you inhaled it. ate the leftovers for lunch the next day, too). You also like it when I flop an over-sogged frosted mini wheat your way from my cereal bowl. You split some guacamole & chips last night with me. Two nights ago, you stood there and accepted a klamata olive, feta cheese & balsamic vinegar covered salad bite. You like wierd things for a near one-year-old, Miss Evie-Pie. But ordinary favorites on a spoon... forget about it.