You know I love a little post-holiday recap so here it goes…
We hosted Thanksgiving again, and this year we had out-of-town guests (and for the first time house guests!), new friends and two babies at the table. Someone even got her very own Thanksgiving plate with turkey, gravy and all the trimmings…
That’s right, Emily’s eating table foods.
How is it possible that Emily’s eating from the table and yet I’ve barely mentioned anything about eating solids on this blog? Probably because it was practically over before it began. After nearly 3 months of purees and carefully introducing foods one at a time, the doc gave us the OK to feed her what we’re eating (with a few exceptions, of course).
I suppose I could have posted a baby-food recipe or two, but making Emily’s food was really pretty simple. I didn’t have any fancy equipment or complicated recipes–just an immersion blender (the same one I use for soups), a steamer basket (the same one I use to steam our own veggies) and a couple ice-cube trays for storage–and Emily took to just about everything I made her.
Almost everything that’s gone into her mouth has come straight from my kitchen. We tried a couple packaged baby foods while we were traveling, but we thought they all tasted like canned tomato sauce. So I made my own. Which, let’s face it, I probably would have done regardless.
I want Emily to know that food doesn’t (usually) come from a box or a can or a plastic wrapper. I want her to know that food comes from Mother Earth and that there are seasons and occasions and traditions associated with what we eat and when. I want her to know that what she puts into her body matters, and that food should be as minimally processed as possible. I want her to know that cooking is an act of love, but moreover it’s nothing to be feared; following a recipe, after all, needn’t be more complicated than following instructions on some package. The best foods are prepared simply and seasonally, and shared with those you love.
That’s why I adore Thanksgiving. It’s about from-scratch cooking, utilizing the season’s bounty and recipes that have been passed down through generations. I love that the fourth Thursday of every November we eat turkey…and stuffing and sweet potatoes and cranberries and all the trimmings. And we gather round the table with family and friends–9-month-olds and 86-year-olds alike—and give thanks.
For that I am thankful.
Psst! One year ago today was Emily’s baby shower! And at 9 1/2-months-old, Emily’s officially been OUT for as long as she was IN!