Before Baby Diva tried her first taste of cheese, she got to find out how we get cheese.
From the supermarket?
Well, yes…but go a little further back in the chain and you’ll find cows, sheep, or…GOATS!!!
We’ve been visiting for a while and the goat farm has grown a bit over the last few years. In addition to cheese and milk, they now have beauty products and a glass window so you can see them milk the goats.
The place used to be called Captain Kid’s…they ditched the name, but kept the boat.
Babies are not supposed to have dairy before a year…and Baby Diva is still about three weeks shy of that milestone.
However, today she had a little first taste of cheese.
We were in a fabulous local cheese shop and reminiscing about our favorite neighborhood cheese store back when we were living in the Murray Hill section of Manhattan.
Captain Dad and I sampled and purchased a yummy goat cheese (and as an aside, if you are in the area, you have to check out the fantastic goat cheese produced at this goat farm).
Then, the sweet lady behind the counter asked if Baby Diva were old enough to sample a mild, but flavorful pasteurized cow’s milk cheese from Holland. I decided to give it a try.
That’s right, Baby Diva’s first taste of non-mama dairy was Vlaskaas, a Dutch cheese from a specialty shop.
No Kraft singles for my girl.
Baby Diva is a spice girl…she now enjoys cinnamon in her sweet potatoes and ginger in her green beans.
Why does this excite me? Has the bar really gotten that low, or is this really a milestone of significant proportions.
I guess I am happy that she is enjoying eating. Eating is one of life’s great pleasures. People who really take the time to enjoy good food are the kind of people I like. They savor life like they savor each bite.
There’s the convenience factor–Super Dad and I like our cuisine spicy.
I’m not trying to turn Baby Diva into a foodie (like in this NYTimes Article)…best not to encourage habits I do not have the resources to support. Although, if she decides that interests her, there is no shortage of children’s cooking class options in NYC.
However, spices do evoke the exotic. Sometimes it is fun to imagine all of the adventurous possibilities open to Baby Diva–nothing is off the table for her. Her love of spices could lead her to be an archaeologist, an international businesswoman, a food critic!
As Super Dad remarked, “I don’t think I had ginger, except ginger ale, until I was twenty.”
Of course, I know she may still go through picky phases, but for now it is just so much fun introducing her to yummy new options.
Baby Diva has been trying to start solids on her own for about a month now. This has made it increasingly difficult for me to maintain the mommy machine. Mealtime goes something like this (translated from baby and paraphrased):
I don’t wanna sit in the baby seat. (squirm, squirm, fuss, fuss) I don’t wanna! No I don’t wanna sit in the high chair either (slouch, squirm, fuss). I wanna sit with Mommy! Yay!!! Ooo…lookie…Mommy seems to enjoy the food. I want some! Gimmie! Hmmm…can’t reach the food, how about a knife? Hey, give that back…
By this point Baby Diva is safe and all
choking hazards food and weapons cutlery have been safely pried from her grasp…but I can’t reach anything, either.
We delayed solids until six months based on the APA’s guidance. Then, we traveled out of town a week after six months. FINALLY, with baby Diva almost six and half months’ old, she got her first taste of solids: Sweet Potato!!! She grabbed the spoon and dug right in.