Mama cuts up colouredy things while I sit in my chair and shout at her. And then she puts things in the hot-hot-hot water and then puts it all together and that’s called dinner and we all eat it and I throw a bit aswell.
Sometimes Dada makes dinner, when Mama says she sounds like Mammó used to saying “I just wish for once someone would put a dinner up in front of me”. But when Dada was going to make my food instead he had to work hard in his office and then Mama had to make it for all her boys instead.
Mama said Yuck Yuck Yuck and opened the smelly tin of pink stuff and gave some to the meooowss. Then she made the spuddies and she made spuddy-spuddies and the orange ones I love too, and she mashed them all together. She mixed it all up and made it bready on the outside.
Then Dada arrived in and me and the Dom-bomb and him ate them all up. It was my first time having them but they eated them before lots. Dada said he mixes an egg in too when he makes them. Mama had sadface and made her own din-dins.
We’re big fans of risotto in our house. It used to be one of those things that we thought was really hard, or time consuming, but it’s actually not. Especially now – Mark tried out the BLW cookbook oven-cooked one with aubergine & courgette a while ago, as opposed to the stand and stir variety and we actually found it nicer – less stodgy and clumpy. It’s definitely less effort too.
After a lovely long zoo trip the other day, when Dom was almost running on empty – tired out from animals, slides & other kids – we thought a variation on the oven cooked risotto starring what ever was in the fridge/garden would go down a treat.
Mark set to getting onions, garlic & peppers on the pan, while I went into the garden. Yes, dear reader, I harvested a few little carrots, and some sage and parsley. The pride! I was bursting with it. Now, I don’t think Tesco will come a-calling with orders any day soon, but I don’t care, my double-pronged carroty wonders were awesome. Except the one with the approx 18 inch long root, for what lay beneath was a miserable greeny tinged number. There’s a lesson there somewhere.
The carrots softened nicely in the 20 mins in the oven, as all the stock goes in at once so they get a chance to cook through. This means I don’t have to go picking out crunchy carrot bits from Dom’s dinner.
Risotto is a brilliant BLW food. You can use low salt stock, get a variety of vegetables and cheesiness into junior. It sticks nicely to spoons and forks and little hands. Our friend Tina over at Cookwithtina.com was enquiring about freezing risotto on The Twitter the other day, but I honestly can’t say I’ve ever tried – ours is always gone with one sitting & one batch of leftovers.
Don’t try and make meatballs this using quorn mince! I had a feeling this might happen, there’s no fat inherent in quorn mince to make the meatballs really stick together. They had the usual egg & breadcrumbs, and looked like perfect roundy specimens as they chilled in the fridge. But as soon as they hit the oil they kinda crumbled. Figured in for a penny in for a pound and just crushed them all up. So we had a good ol fashioned “mince”y tomatoey dinner. And it was really tasty, simmered in the tomato sauce.
I’m guessing we’re not the first people to try making quorn mince meatballs though, so after a quick google, I’ve found this recipe on the Baby Led Weaning site, which involves smaller meatballs and baking them in the sauce so definitely going to try again.
It’s a little hard to judge whether Dominic likes things or not at the moment. His current 2 top food related words nooooo & “moh?” (more). No, in this case, doesn’t always mean no. He’ll often say it then happily keep eating, or take what you’ve offered. More is usually a demand for more pasta, more grapes, or more yogurt. He can have them! “Wuh wuh” (water) is also fierce popular, but as much for its messing abilities as its thirst quenching goodness. He often has snacks like a breadstick or a few grapes while we’re preparing dinner post creche. It’s pretty hard when we get in the door from creche, throw the bags down and try to start dinner. There’s only ever one parent home at that point, and it’s tough to chop and season and sauté while Dom stands arms up towards either you or the food cupboards. So I might be filling him with snacks before dinner is ready.
We’re doing pretty well at meal planning at the moment. We’ll have 4 things decided that we’ll make during the week, but we’re not good at making things in advance. The furthest I’ll go is chopping some stuff before work in the morning. And in this house that’s ultra prepared…
There’s no denying the goodness of fish. Personally, I like them to keep their goodness all to themselves but I hear if you consume such things they’re chocka full of omega 3’s and what not, especially the oily fish kind. Pity their greasiness doesn’t allow them slip away from nets…
Dominic’s favourite fish is Barry The Fish With Fingers. But his Dad thinks it’s okay to eat other, less talented fish, and thusly consulted his new bible, the Baby Led Weaning cookbook. Tuna croquettes were on the menu. His top tip for speed is chop up the spuds & steam them in the microwave. These were very quick to make, and after Mark sliced them into discs Dom nommed them up that way. I think I spent more time cleaning potato & flaky tuna off the floor than he spent making them. Then I gave the other tin of tuna to the cats, the bang* off it is woeful.
Then last sunday, while I revelled in delight at finding Cauldron tofu in Tesco (really firm, definitely the easiest to cook with, but not always available), Mark was slipping peppered mackerel fillets in the basket. They ate them up on the next night with steamed babycorn & mangetout. The packet said may contain traces of bone, but after a thorough combing through turns out they were actually bone-free. Again, he ate small flaky bits with his hands. The way he eats baby corn is really cute, its like an adult eating corn on the cob. The tiny bits come back out with the sides nibbled off.
In case you’ve wondered, I don’t handle the meat/fish side of things at all, cooking or health & safety like bone removal. I stand there making myself a little meal for one while father and son tuck in. I don’t even like cleaning up after it, but then, when have I ever said I enjoy cleaning?
*bang is an irishism for smell, dear alien-readers.
I LOVE Indian food. Restaurant, takeaway (especially Bombay Pantry‘s Kofta Curry), curries at home. It’s so good for veggies. We’ve discovered through trial & error that Dom isn’t mad about hot (as in chilli hot) food. Now I’m really cautious because I don’t want him to outright reject food i’ve just made so it’ll probably perpetuate the dislike. But with Indian food we can keep introducing flavour with things like cumin & garam masala and coriander etc so it’s not like it’s bland food he’s getting. Just not hot.
We’re well accustomed to making curries – veg, lentil, chickpea, bean etc – the odd biryani, and I like to make dhals. But I’ve never cooked with paneer before though it’s one of my favourite things to order as a takeaway. I spotted some in a Tesco I don’t usually shop in a few weeks ago and bought it with this in mind. I haven’t seen it in any other supermarket since, but I believe making paneer is very simple – Jamie Oliver has a recipe in one of his first books from way back when. Some sunny day perhaps…
Dom’s a big spinach fan, the little popeye head on him. I’m thrilled about this frankly. And now, unless the spinach is used in a salady way, I’ve been using frozen spinach. It’s ridiculously quick to cook (defrost & heat really I suppose) so I used it in this recipe too. When we’re just in from work and trying to feed the 3 of us asap, speed is often a priority while trying not to compromise on home-cookedness.
Because of the aforementioned heat-aversion I cooked a quarter of the chilli with the onion for a few minutes, then removed it before I added the spinach. I don’t know if I’m fooling myself but hopefully that kind of thing will introduce a bit of heat gently to his baby palate.
I know this photo doesn’t exactly scream enthusiasm for the dish, but honestly he ate all of it. Every bit. I think he was just taking a moment!
Next up, I’ll have to find a veggie kofta dumpling recipe.
I had a birthday! That’s when its the same day as the day you’re born except a year later. It was lots of fun. I saw all my cousins and my aunties and uncles (except nearly-auntie Brenda who was sick) and some of mama and dada’s friends and Lily and James who are other babies but not my cousins.
Mama and Dada made lovely food for my birthday party. I couldn’t eat it all I’m not allowed eat everything yet. Good thing because I don’t think the adults left any spare birthday cake for me. I had cheese straws from mama’s special cookbook for me. I shared my food with the other babies and Opa who’s diabetic. They’re yum and even though mama said they were party food I had them as a snack in the creche. I think she might make them again, i saw her make them and they took no time at all.
Aswell for me there were carroty muffins from the same book. They were tasty but I was busy with my new toys and books and all the excitement so I had fun smushing them into the floor.
My cousins had pizza at my party. I think they would have preferred hammy ones I don’t think they think courgettes belong on a pizza. My mama would eat courgette on her breakfast she likes it a lot. Mama was going to make pizza for the party too but dada bought some instead. She made some before my birthday. I didn’t have any. I don’t mind because mama and dada didn’t really seem to like it either. My special cookbook is sometimes great and sometimes not so great. Dada said the bottom of the pizza was like scones.
I might make mama try and make pizza again because I loved it on our holidays in Italy. She’ll have to find a new recipe. Now, it’s past my bedtime. Night night
While Dom noshed on the above, we ate a very delicious non baby friendly birthday cake – Delia’s basic all in one sponge with fresh cream and raspberries in the middle and covered in chocolate topping from the Jamie Oliver party cake recipe. It was so easy that I made two, one for family and one for friends the next day.
In a bold move, we drank espresso martinis (equal parts espresso, kahlua, vodka & white creme de cacao) – YUM! In hindsight probably a bit boozy for a 1st birthday but there was only 1 per adult!