We’re right in the baby food stage again, and while my daughter enthusiastically ate whatever we spooned into her cute little mouth, my son is a little more picky, even doing the “clamp the lips shut and go un-unhhh” thing.
He’s really all about the big people food. He’ll reject his gooey little pureed meals and then practically knock the fork right out of my hand in an interception attempt if I am eating something that seems to appeal to him. Since he’s only seven months and just had his first two teeth break through just this week, though, I am not ready to give him even very mushy teensy morsels of grownup food no matter how much he might want it. “Get some teeth, then we’ll talk,” I tell him as I fend off his advances on my dinner with one hand and balance him on my lap with the other.
In today’s New York Times, father Keith Dixon talks about how he and his wife got around the baby food issue and raised a pretty adventurous eater in the process – a food mill. They’d simply grind up whatever they happened to be eating and served it to their daughter. Now while some of this just comes across as bragging – cannelli beans with garlic confit? Really? – it’s a great idea.
Of course, if you have worries about food allergies this might not be the wisest course. After a few minor allergic reactions with my daughter, I have been overly cautious about her food, even waiting to give her peanuts until she was well older than three. My son benefits both from showing no signs of sensitivities yet and from being the second child, so his worrywart of a mother has learned to chill as much as I ever will.
It’s long been known that limiting babies to a bland diet is not necessary, but it’s such an ingrained part of my learning about baby care it’s going to take me some time to get over. Still, sending the collard greens cooked with onions and garlic we had last night through the Cusinart might be fun for both of us.