Yeah, so, I don’t really cook for myself or for mighty, mighty good man David, but I’ll cook for the Spawn.
That’s right. We’ve been making our own baby food. I know. I know. We’re such hippies. Don’t judge me.
The Boy started eating solids a few months ago. Hmmm, I should put solid in quotes … “solids.” It’s really not that solid. I think a better term is “people food.” He started eating people food a few months ago, so we bought this baby food maker.
I must say, it’s pretty cool. I buy fruit and veggies anyway. It ain’t no thang to throw some carrots or apples or broccoli into the baby food maker. It steams it right in the little basket, then you dump the food into the mixer and mix it. I tend to make a few batches at once – maybe enough to feed him for four or five days – and store them in the fridge so they are ready to go.
It’s so easy even I can’t screw it up, and I screw up everything in the kitchen. It will surprise no one to learn that David does most of the cooking in this house. I can only be trusted with such tasks as making coffee and pouring cereal into a bowl. Oh, and I can warm up soup. I do make pretty good deviled eggs, though. So, I got that going for me. My point is, making baby food is super easy. Steam, dump, mix, container. Done.
So anyway, I didn’t breastfeed the kid because I’m a selfish asshole. I figured the least I could do is steam some carrots and hit puree for the little guy. Also, it’s cheaper in the long run to make food for him than to buy the jars of food. Those jars of food are about $1 each. He eats three times a day. It adds up. Making food for the Spawn leaves more money for us to buy faaaahncy beer such as the Straffe Hendrik Quad or my new favorite Fifty Fifty’s barrel-aged Imperial Stout.
Oh, so you see, making our own baby food is really about beer.
He seems to be cool with it.