Never let me become a parent like this.
This reminds me of the sort of nonsense that goes on in my father's side of the family. My father is at least comparatively sane about things: he has very high standards about what products are to be brought into the house, but at least he doesn't think that the lesser mortals should be barred from consuming them. (I think I was about 8 years old when there was a huge fight because my mother brought home store-brand corn oil margarine that wasn't colored all the way through the stick - Dad would not STFU about the "painted margarine" for weeks afterward.)
My grandmother, aunt and uncle (the CT crowd) tended to do a lot of separating of "kid food" from "grown-up food" - the kids get the hot dogs and peas, the grown-ups get the steak and broccoli, and heaven forbid the kid actually wanted steak instead of a hot dog! (And yes, this is the side of the family with the cousin who has been in and out of treatment for eating disorders. And yes, said cousin is the really tall skinny young woman with dark hair who was at my wedding. I don't see that part of the family as much as I'd like, but I do worry about her, much as I sometimes feel we are odd fun-house mirror reflections of each other.)
This REALLY pisses me off. Yes, sometimes there are things young children will prefer not to eat - it was relatively common practice in my house to make me a less-spicy version of what my parents were having, when I was a lot younger and spices bothered me. But that is not the same thing as giving a kid INFERIOR food. I hate seeing this when I go out to some restaurants, too - there's all kinds of nice dishes for the adults, but kids are limited to spaghetti and meatball, hamburgers, and maybe chicken nuggets. Yeah, WAY to encourage kids to try new things or for that matter to eat something relatively healthy. Bad enough restaurants do this, worse that parents encourage it and that it seems to continue well past the children's-menu age in this example. Bah.