On Fridays and Sundays I try to plan my day so that we can all eat dinner together as a family. This past Sunday afternoon I was cooking up a storm, trying to replenish our fridge with prepared foods for the week ahead and restocking the freezer with some BF staples. On top of chopping veggies for the salad and preventing the blender from exploding, I was also pulling together what I thought would be a pretty tasty Sunday night dinner; acorn squash with sage butter, homemade tomato sauce (made with leftover tomatoes and parsley from last Sunday's veggie chili) and anelletti pasta and topped with cougar gold cheese. Each portion of the meal was designed to be BF friendly -- good favors, new textures, and lots of pieces she could feed herself.
Once we all got settled at the table I focused on watching BF's reaction to what I thought would be her ultimate meal. She started with the squash. One piece in the mouth, not bad. The next piece made it into her mouth but it didn't last there very long. Out came the tongue and the squash. The third piece went directly onto the floor! On to the pasta (there was no way she wouldn't chow down on this) one bite "yum." Second bite, "ummmm." Third bite, on the floor with the squash. The next thing I knew BF was flinging the anelletti (spaghetti o shape) in every direction.
What a total disappointment! Not only was the dinning room a total mess but I was baffled that BF seemed not to like this food I had so lovingly prepared special for her. What happened? I had no idea. Were the textures too funky? Perhaps the flavors were too robust. Maybe she had a tummie ache or was just feeling frisky. Regardless, this dinner disaster was a good healthy reminder that BF is indeed a baby. As soon as I think I have the rules figured out, she reminds me that there are no rules. I guess this is what make experimenting with Baby Flavas so exciting.
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