Let's just say his first foray into real food didn't go so well. Green beans were immediately spit out. Potatoes and yams were tolerated, but only barely. Pie filling was enjoyed, but if it wasn't, I'd think the kid was plain weird.
At the end of the night, the (typically) champion eater was fleeing at the sight of a spoon and begging for baby food. Next year is bound to be better. More teeth means more enjoyment, right?