Actually, I served this one warm- too warm. The lass complained it was hot and she couldn’t eat it. I told her to stuff it- just not in so many words.
The great-lunch-debacle from the other day concluded today when I realized that there were leftovers in the fridge. For her part, the lass saw what I was doing and was hoping that I was preparing my lunch. When I explained what was going on, she started to protest. At which point I turned to her and made it clear that she would eat the food I was about to give her; that she would not be allowed to leave the table until the food was finished; and that there would be no negotiating whatsoever about the food. By the way her demeanor changed, she got the message and she ate, grudgingly.
I think that evens the score, for now.
UPDATE- Thinking it over, “debacle” really isn’t the right word. Perhaps “caper” or something…