Even as I prepared to stop working outside the home and become a stay-at-home feminist, I never saw myself as one of those self-righteous and somewhat elitist women who Martha Stewart everything. I took the epidurals (in fact, I had three because they didn’t take). I breastfeed but do not villainize baby formula. I find the forced color-coding of babies according to gender annoying but at the same time I don’t ban pink from my daughter’s life. So, it’s come as something of a shock even to myself that I made my daughter’s first baby food. And, yes, it is organic.
Oh my God. I’m that lady. How did this happen?
In fact, I remember just a few months ago talking with another mom about baby food. She showed me all her homemade baby food, frozen in ice-cube trays for later use. (A very good tip, might I add.) She showed me her baby food grinder. “It’s so easy and so convenient! You should get one!” Um, yeah right. I have a life, thanks.
But now baby girl has the first buds of teeth showing and she’s pretty obsessed with all things eating. You’d think the food my husband and I eat is liquid gold! She follows each forkful from plate to mouth, pantomiming chewing as she watches us. You can tell she’s thinking about all of it. What does that taste like?
So on a recent trip to the store I checked out the baby food area. 95 cents for a jar of mashed up carrots? Are you kidding me? I have a bag of organic carrots right here in my cart that costs $2! And that was it. I was going to make my own damn baby carrots! And it was super easy. I peeled and cut up some carrots, boiled the hell out of them and then mashed them up in the food processor. Done. And then I even froze some in ice-cube trays for later use. Take that Martha Stewart!
To my delight, my baby likes the carrots! But since food is new, we’re starting slow. One new food every few days to a week. She barely eats a half ounce (or half an ice-cube tray size amount) so it’s pretty easy to stretch those carrots along. For now it’s easy to keep up with and takes about a half hour once a week. As time goes on and she eats more food, I’ll probably have to rethink making all her food.
But for now, I’m that mom. I’m almost embarrassed.