…to find something that this baby won’t eat. Which is strange, I’ll admit, since we should just be celebrating the fact that she will eat. But I keep throwing ingredients that I’m convinced she’ll balk at (E was a fabulous eater as a baby, but even she had a couple of things she flat out refused) but she just opens wide and leans in for more. Occasionally the texture will get the best of her and her two teeth, but with a bit more pureeing it’s down the hatch.
Last Sunday’s recipes included plain yogurt mixed with an edamame and parsley paste, a truly delicious smelling mixture of steamed tomatoes, cauliflower, carrots and basil with cheddar cheese, and a pan full of mushrooms, garlic, thyme and barley cooked in a baby stock of asparagus, leek and sweet potatoes with a bit of butter. Last night she polished off the last of all three and then washed it down with some very ripe pears. We haven’t thwarted her yet. Tomorrow – roasted red peppers and goat cheese – some blended up, and the rest on pizza dough for the big kids.