Foooood!

So W and I are most certainly what you would call foodies. Back in our pre-baby, who-cares-how-much-it-costs days, we would spend our evenings gallivanting through the city. Perhaps that's an overstatement, but if there was a new restaurant or an "in" ingredient, we'd tried it. We'd have 7-hour marathon cooking sessions at home, topped off with bottles of wine from the fancy temperate-controlled section of the wine store. Those were good times.

Since the arrival of H, we have calmed ourselves more than a bit. We still love to cook and grab at the opportunity for a dinner out, but most dinners are straight outa the fridge.

H is now eating "real" food, though, and I see a light at the end of the freezer aisle. A day where we cook and H can join us in our culinary delights. A meal where the most flavorful thing on the menu isn't whole grain rice mush.

H has discovered his new favorite food:


Not impressed? Yea, I know it's from a jar. But it's organic! And it's mangos! One hell of a step up from strained peas.

Anyway, H cannot get enough of his pears and mangos. He usually considers meal time a game of "Where can I shove the spoon now???" and half the food ends up in his hair or ears come clean-up time. For this, though, his mouth eagerly opens, he swallows, and the mouth is right back open again. He powered through the entire 4 oz jar in minutes. And looked a little sad when I turned it upside down to prove it was "all done."

So what's next? Bluefin? Caviar? Escargot? Maybe one day. I think for now, we'll tackle blueberries. That should be good, clean fun.