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02/21/2008: "Broccoli Blues"
It's funny how many parenting ideals get thrown out the window as soon as there's an actual baby in your life, isn't it? I mean, I recall many a conversation with my dear friend Brat about the merits of natural childbirth, cloth diapers, organic baby food and other such things. Oh we were all about virtuous child rearing when neither of us was anywhere near pregnant. Then we got that big fat positive and had to rethink a hell of a lot.
For me, natural childbirth was something I wanted to attempt, but I had no illusions about my own pain threshold. And I was induced, so I was pretty clear about my willingness to get an epidural. Things weren't going exactly naturally at that point anyway, so I had nothing to lose. I went through a few hours of contractions, put up with the experience for as long as I wanted to and then... opted out. Since I couldn't just up and head home, I took the next best thing and went with the pain meds. I wouldn't change a thing about Dessa's birth - it went swimmingly.
Cloth diapers were a possibility for about two weeks and then I got my head on straight and went with disposables. More power to ya if you're all about the cloth. I... just couldn't do it.
But one of the things I sort of always figured I'd do for my baby was make his or her baby food. I love to cook, after all, and baby food is barely even cooking. At first I assumed that I'd be providing the food with my ample chest, and we all know just how well that went (not at all, for those of you just tuning in). And then I broke my leg so whipping up fresh fruits and veggies (in the dead of winter) was not really an option.
But, a week or so ago I got with the program and boiled a few heads of broccoli, threw them in the Cuisinart, added a splash of lemon juice to keep 'em green and doled them out into freezable containers. My attempt at homemade baby food, you see.
And it worked. Dessa doesn't exactly thrill to broccoli the way she does to, say, applesauce, but she tolerates it well enough. Except when I added some plain brown rice to it. I sort of figured that she'd like it, since she likes cottage cheese mixed into everything well enough.
I was wrong.
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on Thursday, February 28th, Aunt Barbara said
Thanks for sticking with it. So worth the wait!! This is pretty funny.
Notes from a Yarn Hacker
