Josephine has recently decided to become, not only a foodie — rejecting any and all pre-made baby foods, but also a cut-throat critic who has no problem throwing your cuisine back into your face. Nice, right?
So here I am. Will & Jo’s Mom, with the extremes of food meeting me at every meal. The boy that only wants “his food” and the girl that wants something new and interesting every time she sits down to dine. Time to get creative… and honestly, it’s okay because Will still wants to work with me, despite turning down all offers to taste. So… he’s a survivalist, maybe. The Meat Eating Vegan Survivalist Celebrity Chef. One thing is for sure, he still loves to cook!
This summer we made a few faves: Chocolate Chip Cookies (of course); Corn Bread; Focaccia; Blueberry Muffins; Blueberry Waffles & Pancakes (same recipe); Potato Pancakes, of which we just modified the recipe to use apple sauce instead of egg-replacer; Turkey Meatballs; Turkey sliders; Chicken Fajitas.
With Jo’s newly found palatte, Will and I are getting geared up to try all kinds of new recipes. I’m hoping that she’ll love our dairy & nut-free pesto and, what was once one of Will’s favorites — Falafels. Yesterday we found ourselves all sticky making Glazed Chicken Drumsticks (check out our fancy recipe format tool!):
| Sticky Sweet Chicken Drumsticks |
- 5 Chicken Drumsticks
- 1 tbsp Honey
- Juice of 1 Lemon
- 1/3 cup Orange Juice
- 1 tbsp Worcester Sauce
- 1 tbsp Ketchup
- 1/2 cup Panko
- Preheat oven to 375°
- Wash & Score the fleshy part of the drumsticks
- Mix together the Honey, Lemon Juice, Orange Juice, Worcester Sauce, Ketchup & Panko
- Pour the mixture over the chicken and bake for 45 minutes
Modified from The Big Book of Recipes for Babies, Toddlers & Children
And the NOSH – Did Will eat it? After much explanation, no. Maybe this trend of only eating the same thing everyday will wear off… in oh, 20 years. As you can see, Josephine was quite pleased.










You are so much better than me. All I managed this summer was lunchables, Chipotle and the occasional bag of spicy cheetos. God, I’m a failure.