That doesn't mean my boys can't like them though. There's always hope, right? I made my second batch of baby food yesterday. Four bananas and about an ounce and a half of breastmilk:
Just the picture of bananas makes me shudder a little. I definitely wouldn't do this for just anyone.
After mixing for about 5 minutes:
Paul walked through the kitchen while I was mixing the bananas. The smell was so pungent that I'd pulled my shirt up over my face to try to block it out. He thought this was hilarious. Meanwhile, I'm going to need therapy.
The bananas made 2 trays. Eight bananas at Sam's was $1.42 and since I only used half of them, it ended up costing me a mere .71 cents to make all this baby food. And maybe I'll build up a tolerance to bananas so that next time it'll be easier. I kind of doubt it, though.
As for Pierce, no bananas for him. Instead, we had a celebration of Bob Marley's birthday (it really is today). Pierce just loves Bob Marley. We made special brownies. But they are not special. None of that around here!
Feel free to send this on to Cake Wrecks. Whoever knew I can't even manage to draw a decent peace sign?