I've been meaning to post this for a while, but I just don't think I can do the topic justice. Hopefully this is a start, and I'll follow up with proper tried-and-tested recipes.
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Now that Lustrous-eyed Little is not quite so little, the food that he eats need not be entirely juvenile..simplistic...dull.
It took a while of him glancing enviously towards our meals for me to understand. Reaching...snatching...toppling over plates.
So I started mashing up our meals for him.
However, given that Littlest's father harbours a strong aversion towards nutritious food, I was at un petit conundrum.
Things need to be greasy, spicy, and entirely devoid of vegetables, in this house.
'Tis not exactly my cuppa, but I've...adjusted. As Julia Sugarbaker remarked, "If everyone stops talking, you can actually hear their arteries clogging."
So how does Wonder Mum make yummy meals which:
1. won't harm baby (as spices can),
2. won't hinder his growth and development (as less than optimal nutrition will), and
3. will keep his daddykins pleased?
Blender. Smoothie maker. The magic bullet. OR good old mortar/pestle.
The idea is to pick a meat-based dish (that Yon Carnivore will approve of) and then...carefully...tinker with it. If it calls for butter, use coconut oil or olive oil, and less of it. If it calls for X amounts of chili pepper, use fresh herbs and ginger/garlic for the flavour. Instead of cream to thicken up the gravy, pureed avocado or coconut milk.
ETC.
A blender comes in SUPER handy.
One can pick out leafy greens, etc., and chop and blend them to a fine puree, adding it to the dish at whichever stage of cooking is most suitable.
Those irksome carrot slices need not openly present themselves to the picky eater. They remain hidden, and add to the depth of flavour. You can even make burger patties with this stuff.
The best part is, after the Healthy-Without-Knowing-It picky eater remarks upon the excellent meal...well, you can pull out the carpet from under his feet.
Pop the bubble. Rattle off the extensive list of veggies he has just consumed, as he flinches with each fresh revelation. Flabbergasted, he will stammer: "B-But...but..I didn't SEE any celery! How did you do it?"
"Sorcery, my dear. Black magic that would make even the most jaded of goats shudder with the depravity of it all." (Aim for Bette Davis-esque delivery).
Or...if you have more mercy than I...don't betray his trust.
Don't gloat openly. Simply watch, as his health steadily improves, along with baby's.
"Man I feel so ENERGETIC these days. Wonder why."
Ze BEST reward, n'est-ce pas?
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Now that Lustrous-eyed Little is not quite so little, the food that he eats need not be entirely juvenile..simplistic...dull.
It took a while of him glancing enviously towards our meals for me to understand. Reaching...snatching...toppling over plates.
So I started mashing up our meals for him.
However, given that Littlest's father harbours a strong aversion towards nutritious food, I was at un petit conundrum.
Things need to be greasy, spicy, and entirely devoid of vegetables, in this house.
'Tis not exactly my cuppa, but I've...adjusted. As Julia Sugarbaker remarked, "If everyone stops talking, you can actually hear their arteries clogging."
So how does Wonder Mum make yummy meals which:
1. won't harm baby (as spices can),
2. won't hinder his growth and development (as less than optimal nutrition will), and
3. will keep his daddykins pleased?
Blender. Smoothie maker. The magic bullet. OR good old mortar/pestle.
The idea is to pick a meat-based dish (that Yon Carnivore will approve of) and then...carefully...tinker with it. If it calls for butter, use coconut oil or olive oil, and less of it. If it calls for X amounts of chili pepper, use fresh herbs and ginger/garlic for the flavour. Instead of cream to thicken up the gravy, pureed avocado or coconut milk.
ETC.
A blender comes in SUPER handy.
One can pick out leafy greens, etc., and chop and blend them to a fine puree, adding it to the dish at whichever stage of cooking is most suitable.
Those irksome carrot slices need not openly present themselves to the picky eater. They remain hidden, and add to the depth of flavour. You can even make burger patties with this stuff.
The best part is, after the Healthy-Without-Knowing-It picky eater remarks upon the excellent meal...well, you can pull out the carpet from under his feet.
Pop the bubble. Rattle off the extensive list of veggies he has just consumed, as he flinches with each fresh revelation. Flabbergasted, he will stammer: "B-But...but..I didn't SEE any celery! How did you do it?"
"Sorcery, my dear. Black magic that would make even the most jaded of goats shudder with the depravity of it all." (Aim for Bette Davis-esque delivery).
Or...if you have more mercy than I...don't betray his trust.
Don't gloat openly. Simply watch, as his health steadily improves, along with baby's.
"Man I feel so ENERGETIC these days. Wonder why."
Ze BEST reward, n'est-ce pas?
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