I've been scouring the 'Net for baby food blogs and I've been having a love affair with Wholesome Baby Food and Weelicious.
I've also been re-reading Nigella Lawson's How to Eat, she's got a section devoted to cooking for infants and small children that in addition to having some great recipes is a joy to read. After Pig is tucked away in her crib counting zzz's and K is tucked into the couch downstairs playing Wii, I like to crawl under the covers with my cookbooks, stomach growling and falling asleep to visions of dancing food.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
And the Pig went Ba-Ba...
Pig opened her mouth...paused for emphasis...and uttered the following first word.."ba-ba." Ba-ba! K and I ran around rejoicing as if she had just recited all of Hiawatha from her high chair. K was convinced that she was trying to say "appa" the Korean word for dad...and so everytime she said ba-ba, he would respond appa. So after a day or so she finally said it, a..ppa...actually it's more like a...bba, so it could be that she really just likes Swedish pop music.
On another more melancholy subject, Kirb the lab is again on my shit list. He peed in two different locations downstairs and our steamer vacuum went kaput as K was attempting to scrub one of them. (Bissell sucks btw, pass it on) So I completely drenched the other spot in Nature's Miracle and pictured Kirb on a remote island surrounded by lasers and saw toothed carnivores for whom yellow lab is rare and welcome treat.
On another more melancholy subject, Kirb the lab is again on my shit list. He peed in two different locations downstairs and our steamer vacuum went kaput as K was attempting to scrub one of them. (Bissell sucks btw, pass it on) So I completely drenched the other spot in Nature's Miracle and pictured Kirb on a remote island surrounded by lasers and saw toothed carnivores for whom yellow lab is rare and welcome treat.
Poopoo Post
Excerpted from my mental letter/memo to Pig's Poopoo:
To: Pig's Poopoo
From: Mama Pig
Subject: You
Girlfriend, you've changed. When we first met you were manageable, a little on the abundant side and you had some issues with creeping out of the confines of your diaper home and unexpectedly attacking the custodial staff (myself and Papa Pig and on several occasions, halmuhnee and harabuhjee [Pig's LA grand-peeps]), but on the whole we were cool, you and I.
But now... There were several times when I opened up your diaper home only to black out, albeit for a few seconds, but I'm sure it resulted in the demise of several brain cells, in particular the olfactory ones. We're also concerned about the shapeshifting. You were once content to remain granular but these days you've been trying to intimidate us with your impressions of Mount Everest or the La Brea Tar Pits.
I understand that I share some of the blame, I was the one who introduced Pig to the delicious goodness that is fruit and veggies and the oatmeal only succeeded in turning you into an IED. But you could've tried a little bit harder. For example, you could've presented yourself in less freaky ways or perhaps shown your true colors gradually and you could've spared Pig's new jean shorts, an innocent party trying to do her job. You've scared Pig and you sure as hell scared the custodial staff.
But let's try to move past this. We've got to work together for a few more years so compromise is key. And that after that, Pig willing, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Potty.
No reply necessary.
Thanks,
Mama Pig
cc: Papa Pig
To: Pig's Poopoo
From: Mama Pig
Subject: You
Girlfriend, you've changed. When we first met you were manageable, a little on the abundant side and you had some issues with creeping out of the confines of your diaper home and unexpectedly attacking the custodial staff (myself and Papa Pig and on several occasions, halmuhnee and harabuhjee [Pig's LA grand-peeps]), but on the whole we were cool, you and I.
But now... There were several times when I opened up your diaper home only to black out, albeit for a few seconds, but I'm sure it resulted in the demise of several brain cells, in particular the olfactory ones. We're also concerned about the shapeshifting. You were once content to remain granular but these days you've been trying to intimidate us with your impressions of Mount Everest or the La Brea Tar Pits.
I understand that I share some of the blame, I was the one who introduced Pig to the delicious goodness that is fruit and veggies and the oatmeal only succeeded in turning you into an IED. But you could've tried a little bit harder. For example, you could've presented yourself in less freaky ways or perhaps shown your true colors gradually and you could've spared Pig's new jean shorts, an innocent party trying to do her job. You've scared Pig and you sure as hell scared the custodial staff.
But let's try to move past this. We've got to work together for a few more years so compromise is key. And that after that, Pig willing, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Potty.
No reply necessary.
Thanks,
Mama Pig
cc: Papa Pig
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Anyone out there???
I'm kinda curious about who's reading...if you have a spare minute, I've love to know who you are...please leave me a comment...thanks!
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Pig: 8 months
We rang in month 8 with...mucus...lots of it. If it wasn't coming out of Pig's little nose, it was coming out of her left eye and if it wasn't coming out of there, it was coming out of K's nose. Yes folks, if it's snot you need, we've got it, so come on over, don't forget your galoshes and shovel.
Oddly enough I dodged the bullet this time. My mom, ever the superstitious person, would be pissed to see that I've written this out...on the internets...to haunt me later on... When I happened to say it during a phone convo with her, she was like "yah! (Korean for hey!) you shouldn't boast about things like that!" I was like, I'm not boasting, just marveling (ok, so perhaps that's a pretty close relative to boasting) that I've been living in a seething petri dish for the past 3 weeks and other than a little phlegm action in the throat, nada. Boasting? Nah. Am I tempting fate, you betcha.
Anyway, Quinn has been on all sorts of drugs and let me tell you how much I HATE having to give my baby antibiotics. To make up for it, I've been giving her organic everything else. K and I discovered a My Organic Market (MOM) nearby and it's my new love. I could putter about the place forever, lovingly picking up items, peeing myself over the produce selection, and chuckling in delight over the fact that everything in there is organic.
This market has only fueled my baby food obsession. I think about it all the time...what could I mix with beets....with tofu....with chicken.... I have the Korean version of the magic bullet blender which I use to puree everything. Decided to kill two birds by making chicken broth with a whole free range chicken....K could have chicken soup and I could save the broth and tear up the white meat for Pig. So at MOM, I picked up a nice free range chicken, celery, carrots, onion, and ginger root. Put everything in a steamer pot, poured some water over, threw in a bouquet garni and let it cook for 3-4 hours.
Side note: I'm one of those who really gets weirded out by handling chicken, especially a whole chicken...which at some point you have to hold upright, plucked wings spread and at that point it doesn't take much to imagine it dancing to "Puttin' on the Ritz." Even worse if the chicken arrives with feet attached...then you really don't have to imagine the dancing...kinda happens on its own once the feet hit the kitchen sink. I witnessed a chicken execution as a kid and other than grimacing slightly, it didn't faze me much. Something about the chicken sans feathers than gives me the creeps.
Anyway, the broth was awesome, thanks to the onion skin, it was imbued a great golden color. Chicken odors usually gross me out, but this time I couldn't help but sniff appreciatively. And best part, the meat fell off the bones so I was spared having to pull an autopsy gone bad out of the pot. K got a huge bowl full with rice and I proceeded to puree chicken breast with the cooked veggies for Pig. Looked like curry. And what do you know, Pig liked it! I call it Chicken a la [Pig] and we now have 2 zip loc bags of frozen cubes of it in our chest freezer. Next on our menu, soft tofu!
In regards to beets, I picked up a glorious bunch, steamed, pureed and gave them to K to present to the Queen P. But first we stripped her from the waist up, basically unsnapped her footed pajamas and rolled them down. If Jabba the Hutt in his younger days went to audition for the role of the topless guy they have standing outside Abercrombie & Fitch stores....well you get the picture. We were thinking we were saving her clothes from the Dreft-resistant beet masque but forgot about the straps on her high chair and of course she beet-ed those good. Next time, beets will be consumed in the nude, outside, in the kiddie pool...but of course to spare K's clothes, he will likely have to be in the nude as well, and I'm not sure that I want to have to explain all this to the cops.
Oddly enough I dodged the bullet this time. My mom, ever the superstitious person, would be pissed to see that I've written this out...on the internets...to haunt me later on... When I happened to say it during a phone convo with her, she was like "yah! (Korean for hey!) you shouldn't boast about things like that!" I was like, I'm not boasting, just marveling (ok, so perhaps that's a pretty close relative to boasting) that I've been living in a seething petri dish for the past 3 weeks and other than a little phlegm action in the throat, nada. Boasting? Nah. Am I tempting fate, you betcha.
Anyway, Quinn has been on all sorts of drugs and let me tell you how much I HATE having to give my baby antibiotics. To make up for it, I've been giving her organic everything else. K and I discovered a My Organic Market (MOM) nearby and it's my new love. I could putter about the place forever, lovingly picking up items, peeing myself over the produce selection, and chuckling in delight over the fact that everything in there is organic.
This market has only fueled my baby food obsession. I think about it all the time...what could I mix with beets....with tofu....with chicken.... I have the Korean version of the magic bullet blender which I use to puree everything. Decided to kill two birds by making chicken broth with a whole free range chicken....K could have chicken soup and I could save the broth and tear up the white meat for Pig. So at MOM, I picked up a nice free range chicken, celery, carrots, onion, and ginger root. Put everything in a steamer pot, poured some water over, threw in a bouquet garni and let it cook for 3-4 hours.
Side note: I'm one of those who really gets weirded out by handling chicken, especially a whole chicken...which at some point you have to hold upright, plucked wings spread and at that point it doesn't take much to imagine it dancing to "Puttin' on the Ritz." Even worse if the chicken arrives with feet attached...then you really don't have to imagine the dancing...kinda happens on its own once the feet hit the kitchen sink. I witnessed a chicken execution as a kid and other than grimacing slightly, it didn't faze me much. Something about the chicken sans feathers than gives me the creeps.
Anyway, the broth was awesome, thanks to the onion skin, it was imbued a great golden color. Chicken odors usually gross me out, but this time I couldn't help but sniff appreciatively. And best part, the meat fell off the bones so I was spared having to pull an autopsy gone bad out of the pot. K got a huge bowl full with rice and I proceeded to puree chicken breast with the cooked veggies for Pig. Looked like curry. And what do you know, Pig liked it! I call it Chicken a la [Pig] and we now have 2 zip loc bags of frozen cubes of it in our chest freezer. Next on our menu, soft tofu!
In regards to beets, I picked up a glorious bunch, steamed, pureed and gave them to K to present to the Queen P. But first we stripped her from the waist up, basically unsnapped her footed pajamas and rolled them down. If Jabba the Hutt in his younger days went to audition for the role of the topless guy they have standing outside Abercrombie & Fitch stores....well you get the picture. We were thinking we were saving her clothes from the Dreft-resistant beet masque but forgot about the straps on her high chair and of course she beet-ed those good. Next time, beets will be consumed in the nude, outside, in the kiddie pool...but of course to spare K's clothes, he will likely have to be in the nude as well, and I'm not sure that I want to have to explain all this to the cops.
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