Margaret’s interest in people food has been becoming more and more violent, to the point that if she’s sitting where other people are eating, she gets more and more annoyed if she doesn’t have some food as well, which is how she got her little mitts on rice noodles with (as people more allergy conscious than I am pointed out) probably a hint of peanuts. Oops.
I’ve been giving her bits of things – tiny pieces of chicken from the center of the breast, unseasoned potatoes, rice noodles, apples – but I decided that the time had come to let her try something that she could really do by herself (her fingers aren’t quite dexterous to navigate the small pieces of food that we feel comfortable giving her).
And I found these rice crackers for babies. They are, if you can imagine, flimsy rice cakes. If you put one in your mouth, it pretty much dissolves by the time it gets from the front to the back, without any chewing. So we thought that this would probably be safe for her.
It was a hit. A palpable hit.***
What with the dissolving rice cracker and mush factor, this was also probably the messiest cracker-eating ever.
*Ron, Lea – this has NOTHING TO DO WITH MY DISSERTATION. Sometimes a cracker is just a cracker.**
**Again, talking about a crisp flatbread, not a poor white person.
***That was intentional, and also (for those of you keeping score) also a really bad pun on pap, which I thought was just mushy food, but is apparently, in South African cuisine, something much more specific. But still mushy.
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