Adventures in baby foodPosted: March 27, 2012
I’m not a hippie at all in most respects, but a surprising amount of my parenting choices sort of fall into the realm of hippie (although a lot of these choices seem to be coming back into the mainstream). We cloth diaper, co-sleep, breastfeed, and I’ve decided I want to make all of Drake’s baby food (although I did buy the rice cereal in a box. I read up on making that too, but I decided to buy it because I wasn’t sure the homemade stuff would have enough iron.)
Drake’s only had the rice cereal so far, except for a failed experiment with avocado yesterday. He kept making a face and kind of shuddering every time I gave him some, and didn’t seem to want to swallow it. So we switched to cereal, and then he started crying and I ended up breastfeeding him instead.
Last night I ran out to Buy Buy Baby and bought a couple of ice cube tray-type things for freezing baby food, then stopped at the grocery store to buy a bag of carrots. This afternoon while Drake was napping, I decided to try to make baby food out of said carrots.
I don’t own a steamer, but I decided that putting the carrots in a colander and putting that in a pot would be just as good. Since the colander was pretty much sitting on the bottom of the pot, I could only put maybe a centimeter (probably less) of water in the pot. In no time at all my water was boiling and my carrots were steaming away.
Instead of sitting around while the carrots cooked, I decided to clean up the kitchen a bit and do some dishes, periodically checking on the carrots. Eventually I noticed the smell of something burning. I turned off the heat on the stove, took the lid off the pot, and picked up the colander. All the water had boiled away and the sugars that had dripped down from the carrots had carbonized all over the bottom of the pot. Oops.
I put the pot in the sink to soak, and set out to puree the carrots. I thought it might be fun to use my handy-dandy immersion blender that I got for Christmas. Well…I don’t know if fun is the right word. No matter how hard I tried, there were some chunks of carrot that were determined to escape the blender’s blades. I think next time I’m just going to use the normal blender. (I refuse to by a “Baby Bullet” or the like; I don’t need another appliance taking up space in my kitchen when I already have plenty of other food-pulverizing devices at my disposal.)
Anyway, despite my setbacks, I did end up with enough puree to set some aside in a bowl for later today, and to fill all seven one-ounce compartments in the tray.
(Please excuse the bits of carrot splattered so unattractively all over the tray. Obviously my execution in spooning the puree into the compartments has a ways to go as well.)