Feelings . . .

A commentary on texture today. My babies are starting to eat cereal now. She has the interest but needs to learn the skill. He has the skill but not the interest. The first few times he had cereal, he made quite the ewww face. Did the whole scrunching the face and shaking his head thing. He was not a happy camper. So unless it changes, it appears he's going to be a texture baby. You know, one of those babies who doesn't want food that isn't smooth. Won't eat crunchy things.

This is in my mind because of dinner last night. I revamped our menus, changing some of our substitutions and removing some. Last night was the first time John had the Tomato Veggie Casserole with Cous-cous. He saw me warming it up and made a face. I admit, it's not the most physically appealing dishes that DTG produces. His comments were: "What is that?" "Am I eating the same thing?" "What are you doing to it?" My responses were: "Casserole" "Yes" "Adding texture". I was mixing the cous-cous in with the casserole. Picking up the fork, making a similar face to Jason eating cereal, he took a bite. Then he had to admit that it was good and texture was a good word.

For me, a good meal has a mix of colors and texture. Could be from a home-ec class in middle school when we had to create menus. Anyway, the veggie casserole, which has lots and lots of melty drippy cheese by the way (arrrrggghhh, cheese), has finely diced vegetables. Putting the cous-cous in means that every bite you take has smooth cheese, small bites of vegetables and grains of, well, grain. So a good variety of texture and yummy tastes.