Our preciously precocious son Zakary has been enjoying the fruits, er, I mean rice and oatmeal of semi-solid cereals for a month or so now. As he careens towards his 6th month, it’s time we introduced new flavors to his palate.
A couple of days ago, Mary boiled, mashed, humiliated, and nearly liquefied peas for the first time to feed Zak.
Not unlike my reaction to eating peas.
The first taste caused his face to scrunch up in disapproval, but he managed to eat a couple of teaspoons. Yesterday, we tried again. This time, the “yuck faces” continued. He clearly inherited my dislike of peas (don’t tell him I dont like peas though, I don’t want to predjudice him), especially of the mashed, spoonfed variety.
Moments after his third teaspoon…he heaved like a drunken frat boy and vomited up the contents of his latest formula feeding, along with all the peas in an unearthly beige and green colored mess all over his bib, shirt and face.
We serve mashed peas in true Northwest fashion: In a Red Hook Brewing beer tasting glass.
