I’ve completely thrown seasonal cooking to the wind when it comes to baby food. To be honest, it was an inner struggle for weeks leading up to my decision. We’re all about seasonal food – simply put, it tastes far superior to hot house multi-continent shipped produce. That being said, I also wanted to give Henry a wider variety of foods, and hopefully instill in him a like, enjoyment and glee for all food. Though summer time seems to contain the most abundant in-season produce selection there was something in me that really wanted him to try everything. I didn’t want to create a picky kid. I am picky enough for this entire household. He shall not steal my crown.
Of course the toddler years are right ahead of us and I hear these walking tornadoes can be absolutely in love with peas and carrots at lunch and thumb their noses at them during dinner. It scares me. I’m not the kind of mom who will spend an hour fixing dinner, place it in front of my kid, he refuses to eat, and then spend another hour fixing something else to entice his enormous appetite. It’s just not going to happen. I really dislike doing dishes.