By all accounts, I had learned to feed myself way before I could talk. My mum was a little worried about my slow speech development, while I was happily sitting in my high-chair guzzling down anything I could spoon into my mouth.
My first favourite food was apricot custard, the Heinz brand, I believe. My dad used to tell me he'd have to pack it in my school lunches when I got older. I occasionally pick up some and heat it up a bit and eat it straight from the jar for a nostaligic flavour trip.
Something else I used to love as an infant was liver and onions, served with mashed potatoes and gravy. My mum would prepare it by putting it through a Mouli food mill, which she had for pureeing vegetables, and was handy for making baby food. Not sure what age I was when I started eating it, but I probably insisted on it even as I moved to more solid foods, and I can still remember the yummy taste and pleasant creamy consistency. I attribute this dish to my lifelong love of all things offal and the like.