I watched my cousin prepare food for her 7-month old a while ago. It was a long, arduous process. She peeled sweet potatoes, cut them up in small pieces, steamed them in a special babyfood machine and then mashed them. Then she filled special ice cube trays with lids and froze them. It took at least an hour and half. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her to throw a sweet pototato on the BBQ and just scoop out the flesh but I held back.
The funny thing is that she can’t cook. She is obsessively making her own baby food but she never makes dinner for herself. And the latter fact will have a much bigger impact on her kid's health in the long term then whether or not she defrosted her baby food appropriately.
I was like that with child number one (except the can’t cook part). I prepared, I froze and I obsessively read when to introduce certain foods. But then with baby number 2, Dr. Jack Newman told me: “Food is food.” And it struck a chord. With Sam, I was less formulaic and by the time Jenna came along I got it right. I made her food, but her food even as a little baby was usually also our food. We had carrots, she had carrots. We had tofu, she had tofu too, we had chicken and she had chicken. Maybe hers was plain and ours was sautéed with sauce, but it was still the same food. I bought one of these nifty food squishers and I could turn our dinner into her dinner (except green beans, you need a uisinart for those little strings.) And I don’t need to tell you who my best eater is do I?