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applesauce
This morning when I asked the little man what he wanted for breakfast, he didn't ask for banana or cheese or bread like he usually does. He asked for applesauce.
During the three months when he was eating nothing but apples, apples, and more apples, there were days when I spent most of my time in the kitchen - peeling, coring, slicing, pureeing, cooking down and freezing applesauce. Sometimes I felt like I never ever wanted to see another apple. Other times it reminded me of home and family and canning season - picking apples, messing around in the kitchen with my siblings as we helped my mom prepare the fruit and fill the jars. When I thought of that, I didn't feel quite so desperate about him eating only apples, because there is nothing quite as normal and reassuring and wholesome to me as my mom's applesauce.
Now that we have more foods, sometimes he doesn't eat applesauce for days. Yesterday, he had his first cookie. It has taken 14 months to pass that particular milestone. It was so wonderfully normal to sit there and share a cookie that we'd made together. It is fun to see him eat blueberries or pieces of cheese, or giant bites of banana. He likes trying new foods. But this morning his request made me wonder if for him, like for me, there is just something about applesauce that makes him feel good.
For those who are keeping track:
apple, mango, peach, blueberry, blackberry, banana, broccoli, spinach, quinoa, millet, wheat, dairy
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