Real food for babies
Tin was having a hard time eating the Gerber’s cereals – rice or oatmeal – he also didn’t like the baby vegetables and not too many of the fruit offerings. What he likes? Turns out our baby likes real food. Polenta with roasted butternut squash, red beans mashed with rice, and grits with eggs – all with a dash of Wheat Germ for good measure. Healthy babies like real food.
I started tasting some of that stuff that is in the jars and thought, who’d want to eat this? And that’s when we made the switch.
January 20th, 2010 at 9:14 am
that is so true! i thought my son was just not a big eater until i started feeding him real foods. i’m half cuban so black beans were first-inhaled them. and now–pho, jambalaya, all beans, dumplings, you name it. the baby food is so bland-who would want to eat that all day 🙂
January 20th, 2010 at 10:07 am
Do you know that I’m half Cuban too? My grandparents were from Istanbul but had my father in Cuba and lived there till almost the end of their lives or the end of Cuba as we all knew it. I still have relatives in Cuba. I’m actually a Juban – Jewish and Cuban.
January 20th, 2010 at 2:37 pm
love it! my maternal grandfather was the cuban ambassador to germany and so the fmaily spent a lot of time there. he resigned when castro came to power and took the family with him to the US. my dad was british. let’s hear it for the polyglots!
January 20th, 2010 at 3:41 pm
wow – very similar – my grandfather was the cuban ambassador to israel for a time, he owned a couple of department stores in Havana and we all left in March 1959 (two months before I was born) and when Castro took political control of the island. My grandparents got out in 1969 – my grandfather was a political prisoner for a time – by the time we got them off the island he had severe dementia and the ten years had taken a large toll on them. My family dispersed to New York and Miami – I was born in Miami. Or rather Little Havana. My mother’s family were British and Irish and came to the US in the 1500’s working the land till they settled in Louisiana. It’s no coincidence that my parents met in New Orleans and called it home – as Havana and New Orleans bear many similarities.
January 20th, 2010 at 3:48 pm
they really do. i grew up in atlanta but came here for a conference in 1997 and fell instantly in love. i think it’s some sort of cultural memory from havana transmitted in my genes:) my grandfather’s father was also the ambassador to germany–wonder if one or the other knew your grandfather? such a small world.
January 20th, 2010 at 3:54 pm
Roberto Namer – unfortunately most who would know in my family are now gone except my Tia Luna in New York but she’s old now. Namer is my maiden name – it means tiger in English and is a Sephardic name. Cuba was small enough like New Orleans that it is very possible they knew each other.