Living With Disappointment
I’ve been thoroughly enjoying making Jarrod’s food. It’s so easy and so gratifying, and I can make so many servings for so little money! So far he’s eaten sweet potatoes, zucchini, and broccoflower (a broccoli/cauliflower hybrid, I think). He was iffy with each the first time he tasted them, but he learned to love them. He especially loves his sweet potatoes, but he’ll wolf the green vegies down as well.
So today, I was all excited while I cooked him up some pears. I carefully peeled, cored, cubed, and cooked until they were tender. I moved them to the food processor and ground them into ‘pear-sauce’. I tasted it. Delicious! I could have eaten the whole batch myself! I held myself back, after all, these were for Jarrod.
I filled one ice cube tray (still in the freezer) and put tonight’s serving in the fridge. I just knew he was going to love them! I mean seriously, who doesn’t love pears? Especially when they’ve been so lovingly prepared?
Bruce was sitting at the table when I fed Jarrod his dinner. I was so absolutely sure he would squeal with delight the moment he tasted the pears, I told Bruce he should watch.
Well, he watched. He watched as Jarrod took that first bite of pears and made the worst face since his last doctor visit. The second bite didn’t go much better. Third bite? Pretty much the same. I thought maybe he needed time to get used to them, so I combined them with cereal. As long as the spoon was at least 50% cereal, he’d eat it, but the more pears were involved, the less pleased he was. Eventually I stopped feeding him the pears and started feeding him only cereal, at which point he got very happy and opened his mouth wide for every bite.
That was when I decided to give him a spoon of 100% pears. The poor baby nearly gagged.
He loves broccoflower, but hates pears. Go figure!
We’ll give it one more try tomorrow!






















