There was a time when broccoli was my arch nemesis. Not just the taste or the smell – the sound of its name was enough to make my crinkle up my nose in disgust. That time was before I lived with Ryan.
Ryan loved broccoli. He loved it so much he ate it almost every day. Oh, it’s dinner time? Of course Ryan is cooking chicken and rice and broccoli. And filling the whole house with putrid broccoli stench.
Except, it turns out, over time, it became less gross. I became accustomed to the smell. In fact, I became so used to it that I actually started enjoying it. And then I enjoyed the smell so much that I decided to actually put broccoli in my mouth. The review? Not as terrible as I remembered.
As I continued to be exposed to broccoli, my tolerance level continued to increase. Now, I love broccoli.
Mr. B loves onions. I used to hate onions. But as I continued to prepare onions to add to his meals, a similar thing happened. They became less gross, then tolerable, and then even enjoyable. My relationship with onions has developed to the point that they are often the starting point of meals for me. Yum, onions!
So really, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me that as I expand Baby E’s selection of solids, I am starting to develop a taste for other previously hated foods, too.
Miss E really likes food. A lot of the resources suggest that it might take over a dozen attempts to feed an infant a new food before they develop a taste for it (in that regard, infants and I are a lot alike, it seems). Not E, though. Every new food she’s had so far, she gobbles up with enthusiasm.
That makes my job easy. I’ve been making all my own baby food because we’re cheap. Peas, carrots, chicken, tomatoes, avocados, green beans, pears, apples, bananas, sweet potato, regular potato, rice, apple, oatmeal, you name it. I cook it (if necessary), puree it, and shove it in her mouth.
The trick becomes when I prepare things ahead of time. If you cook six apples, for example, you have to store it because they will go bad before a baby can eat them all. I dole them out into ice cube trays, freeze them, and then put them into freezer bags after for easy portions. So when meal time comes along, I just pick out a few cubes of whatever combination she’s going to get, pop it in the microwave to defrost and/or warm up, and serve.
But because I’m not a terrible mother, there’s another intermediate step: test the food to make sure it’s not too hot.
This step has led to me putting every combination into my own mouth and slowly developing a taste for things like green bean-chicken mash and creamy banana avocado. Even sweet potatoes, a food that I previously found not just offensive, but down right odd, has been growing on me.
However, there is an exception: peas.
I have really tried with peas, I promise. I have been cooking (and enjoying!) sugar snap peas and snow peas. I tried making a split pea soup, but it was not my best effort (even Mr. B, who eats everything, passed on consuming it). Peas were Baby E’s first “real” food, and she enjoyed them from day one. That means for the past three months, I’ve been regularly getting a taste.
But still, they do nothing for me.
In fact, they insult me.
I don’t really know what conclusions to draw from this. I just want the world to know I still don’t like peas. You might say I can’t hold my peas any longer.