Every now and again the enormity of it all hits me...I've been entrusted with the life of another human being. It isn't just about raising a compassionate, smart, and well-adjusted black man in this world--I'm shaping his palate too.
I know these early days matter--my brother still hates for the food on his plate to touch and I remember that being an issue when he was 3 years old. I know palates and habits can evolve, I can testify to that, but I want to lay the best, most delicious foundation as I can for Timothy.
You want to talk about real simple cooking? Then let's talk baby food. Alongside more "lavish" meals like grilled vegetables, corn and radish salad, and marinated and grilled chicken, I've been all about the purees. No real seasoning, no complicated recipes. But lots of love is stirred in just the same. So let me admit how incredibly humbling it is, to have my child spit out the food I prepared for him.
To read about more of my baby food adventures as I attempt to raise a locavore, check out my piece in the June issue of Family Times magazine here.
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