Monday, June 28, 2010
That red stuff on her mouth? Those are beets. Beets with garlic and balsamic vinegar (Willow's grandmother is currently gagging, since she would rather eat the jarred mystery oatmeal than a beet).
Happy Baby Food Grinder, which incidentally ground food for Toaster and RockNoodle as well, and she ate until I told her those beets were actually my dinner, and she'd already had hers, and she should eat more carrots next time.
But I ground up some for the next night, and voila:
I am doing my damnedest to get her eating good, interesting, healthy food, and frankly, it isn't hard--this kid loves to eat. Food isn't just filling, it's fun--which is just how it should be. I know that she won't always be as willing to explore and try new things; tastes change, and what might be interesting and bursting with flavor now might be overwhelming in a few months. But right now we're both having a great time.
The only problem with grownup food, I've discovered, is that it produces grownup poop. I'll spare you a picture, but believe me, it's a whole different diaper.