Allison, my dear little one, only wants to eat pancakes.
That's it. Pancakes. If we are somewhere that doesn't have pancakes, she'll eat something else. But at home, she knows pancakes can be made from the box in the freezer, from the just-add-water mix in the cupboard and even from scratch. I can't tell her "we're out!" without her pointing out we are not, in fact, out.
I am able to put some butternut squash or sweet potato puree in it (~love~ the book "deceptively delicious"). Oooo. I just thought about adding banana puree. She'd dig that. And I am able to get some chunks of fresh fruit in her as a side.
But, hrm. Pancakes it seems to be. I don't mind her eating them, I know she'll eventually get out of her rut, but man, I would not be able to eat the same thing day after day after day after day ...