Blueberries, burritoes and sprouts

The indigo orbs lay still on the table. A chubby finger pointed at one. Suddenly a plump fleshy fist scooped the fruit up and squashed it mercilessly into the dark gaping hole that was Florence's mouth...

Blueberries. We cannot get enough of them. I'm seriously getting concerned she will end up looking like Violet from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory film, after eating the experimental chewing gum.Oh well at least they're good for her, five a day and all that.

Spouts. Steamed, eaten whole and also adored. Nice nappies too afterwards...

Burritoes. Not strictly baby food but eating what the whole family at. Besides it was all home made so I know there was no added salt etc.

News flash. We dont like mashed potatoes. Actually extremely ironic for Papa as big sister bella doesnt either and never has. Papa insisted that Bella eats them and is happy to rant on about how picky children are a result of weak, indulgent parents etc. So it's more than satisfying to see papa's little angel has decided all by herself at eight months she doesn't like it too. Ha. Bloody know-it-all Daddy.

Gnocchi, Fusilli and all that Jazz

Well another trip to the house in france yeilded more new delights for Florence and also a revisit to now old favourites. Pain au chocolat and raisin were again eaten with gusto and we had fun, fun, fun with Fusilli (Florrie has got that sucking action down to a t!).

Gnocchi was a new treat, coated with a little red pesto, and well recieved it was too.

We also tried our hand at junk food, although it just didnt seem so bad whilst dining in a France!Was a little puzzled by french baby food though. I mean the fact that all the french seem to eat is red wine, steak and pastry and yet NO ONE is overweight puzzles me immensley but on looking at the baby food I have no idea why France does not have an obesity problem to match Britain's. Readily available was chocolate, strawberry and banana flavoured baby milk! And the sugar content of the baby biscuits and desserts took my breath away. It seems that they have no problem in giving their babies food that, lets face it, you'd be arrested for giving to a baby here in Britain. Goes to show it's not so much about what you eat as how you eat it (portions and frequency I mean).

Pancakes, Pesto, Pizza and Pineapple

Pancake day came and went and even Florence joined in the celebrations. Mummy bought some pancake shaker mix which turned out to be more appropriate for scotch pancakes but nonetheless it still went down and Florrie enjoyed extra thick pancakes minus the lemon and sugar.



Next day Plumpscious had visitors. Lula and Tilda came to play; or should we say Lula came to perform. Fun was had all round; Florence just watched as Tilda and Lula played happily (and on occasion not so happily) with Florence's toys and made themselves familiar with the bookshelves, coffee table, kitchen cupboards, upstairs and anything else they could find. Tilda and Florence tucked into homemade pesto and spinach pizza. Lula had other ideas, mainly practising her sad/happy/cute/crazy faces for her captivated audience. Tilda also very generously shared her fruit pot with Plumpscious, of which she was very grateful. Mummy was in domestic goddess guise (as opposed to the usual domestic slut mode) and threw together homemade tasty pizza for Tilda and Lula's Mummies, but they got a little stuck to the greaseproof paper. Sorry ladies (mental note NOT to buy ASDA greaseproof paper) hope the yummy cabernet sauvignon compensated!



Dinner time brought houmous and carrot again (new favourite) and pudding was a new taste sensation- pineapple. And a very warm reception it was given too. Florence is still singing about it as I type. Yum yum yummy.



P.S. We have a second tooth!

Green beans and Mini sweetcorn

After a browse through Aitch's website looking at the finger foods folder i decided to try Plumpscious with some green beans and mini sweetcorn. Green beans I wouldnt have opted for myself as they tend to have that stringy thing going on down the sides but anyway we tried as one contributor mentioned that baby enjoyed sucking the little beans out of the pod. A sure fire hit and as predicted Florence did indeed enjoy sucking the inside out so to speak. Mini sweetcorn not so hot though. Perhaps try again another day...