Her whining was tough, and I was sorely tempted to start drinking and smoking, but we all survived!
That's pretty funny Mary. Yes, I know what you mean. I've been there. The level of frustration can drive one to consider alternative measures of relief.
Fortunately we did not cave in. It's great that you've succeeded. I never thought I would either, and it's such a victory when it finally happens. Sharky will eventually accept your homemade food, I'm sure. The most difficult part is over. Your story provides some great pointers on how to make the transition.