Domestic Goddess

So, tick tock, countdown to baby is imminent, and it seemed a good time to make sure that both M and I have something to eat when we get back home in a few weeks. So, my dear friend Gayle, who I have known since she sat down next to me in Economic Geography (what the hell is that anyway) in undergrad, offered to come over and show me how to make babyfood.

Now, the Barb don't cook. Not for herself and certainly not for anyone else. In fact, my personal motto has always been that if I want a guy of out my life stat, the way to his exit is through his stomach via my homecooked meal. So, there was an element of risk exposing a small child to my culinary expertise. But, there's a four month leave of absence looming in my immediate future, which means time on my hands and less money in my pocket for baby take-out, so I took her up on her offer and we rolled up our sleeves.

It was not an auspicious start, since the fruit I selected was apparently not sufficiently ripe for a small child to digest, putting the proposed fruit purees on the backburner, right out of the gate. So, we moved instead to the veggie purees. That didn't go so bad and my flagging enthusiasm was somewhat revived. Then it was time for the prunes. After discovering that 7 prunes and 20 minutes of effort squeezes out approximately one tablespoon of puree, it was time to pack it in.

Final result: notwithstanding that I came out of it with about 3 weeks worth of baby food and it was a solid bonding event for the two of us, we both agreed that round two would most likely consist of me online ordering from sweetpeababyfood. Apparently, they also deliver, and that's practically baby take-out. Stick with what you know, I say.

This is Sonja, Gayle's oldest, stirring the veggies.




























Me, loading up the little icecube trays. Gayle, loading the blender.