Silence of the Yams

During the conceptual phase of Boy Meats Food, a few friends and coworkers asked how long we thought we might be able to keep up with regular posts. Apparently only two weeks. Though, it felt great when a good friend (and soon to be dad) asked why we didn’t post this week. Ah, Desmond, what will you do once you realize you have such adoring fans?

This was a crazy week for both the little foodies parents, so like most modern Americans we turned to to jarred baby food. I’d like to tell readers that we only eat farm raised, locally sourced, organic… I can’t. We talk a good hipster game, we don’t often live it.

When I think back to our early conversations about how we wanted to get food to the little one, I can only recall two real topics that required an adult conversation. The first, was regarding my steadfast refusal to buy a blender just for baby food. Especially when we have a perfectly good blender right behind that perfectly good cake pan, which is right behind that perfectly good shrink wrapped bamboo steamer.

The second conversation was really about quality. We didn’t want to fill Desmond full of wee baby preservatives, chemicals, corn syrup, or whatever this Monsanto super-villain mutant food I keep hearing about is. Of course, we’d be willing to make exceptions for anything that might guarantee superpowers. Our PCP put our fears to rest with one sentence, “They regulate the heck out of that stuff.” Her follow up comments were about how jarred foods are pesticide free, most are already organic, preservative free… Shut up. Just shut up. You had me at regulate.

With the quality conversation over I was free to obsess over Infant Botulism. Botulism? What is this the middle ages? Not quite, but a whopping 80 to 100 kids get it in the US every year. That gives my kid a .02% (MATH SCIENCE!) chance of getting it. In hind site, I probably didn’t need to spend a whole night lying in bed reading about botulism. I’m going to blame the very aggressive “don’t buy dented cans!” campaigns from my youth. It really is the late night paranoia fueled Google-fest that makes parenting so very worth it.

As you may have guessed from our title, one of the foods we tried this week was sweet potatoes. Not before we made our way through peas though. Desmond actually ate peas every day for breakfast since Daddy picked up the wrong cereal. So what did our little foodie think of peas and sweet potatoes?

ImageHe really noticed couldn’t tell the difference between jarred and fresh.
The kid can eat! He really puts away the sweet potatoes.

Later this week we’ll get up another post about this weekends food adventures, and talk about the three day rule. Today, we are curious to hear from you readers! What weird baby paranoia has sent you late night Interweb searches?