Last week I steamed some vegetables and apples for Enzo. We have been feeding him purees and food pouches, and I want him to experience more textures and also to feed his own damn self.
Let me tell you that steamed broccoli florets are not fun to clean out of a yoga mat. He got some of it into his mouth, but mostly he wanted to smash it on his table and then into his crotch.
The carrots were sweet, pale yellow carrots from Quinciple, which he seemed to like.
This morning we went to the farmer’s market but there wasn’t much more than roots and mealy apples, which have been disappointing the past few weeks. I had some baby zucchini that I’d bought last week and some bananas:
Again, these ended up mostly in his crotch and on the ground, but he did try to eat more. I also fed him some nori and put oolong tea in a sippy cup.
As far as food pouches go, he has certain ones that he really likes, so I’m going to try to recreate them in “real” food format. I also bought some 10-grain cereal to mix with pureed fruit/veggies to give him more protein.
Meanwhile, I made myself a farmer’s market salad for lunch.
Trader Joe’s honey chevre topped with roasted scarlet turnips and some Japanese greens tossed in olive oil and rosé vinegar. Fuck you already, winter.
I don’t really have a recipe to post for this; if you can’t roast vegetables and assemble a salad, I can’t really help. It’s in the latest issue of Saveur, which has a lot of great recipes and articles in it.
Also, thanks so much to Le Gamin for giving Ryan food poisoning. Otherwise I’d be eating a heavier lunch.