Opah!
Josie crossed off two cuisines this weekend while in Birmingham (aka The Big Salty) celebrating her Grammy's birthday. She ate Greek and Thai within a 24-hour span.
We had birthday dinner at DoDiYos in Homewood kind of late — at least for people now accustomed to eastern time — but Josie was fine as long as there was food. There was bread with a garlicky feta spread and pita and hummus. After she got bored with it, she ran hummus through her fuzzy locks and "combed" them with the pita slices. Bizarre!
There was also roast chicken and potatoes. Seared grouper over truffle risotto. And salad. Yep. She's a crumbsnatcher, for real.
We'd give her food. I swear! Things she could eat that were cut or mashed into appropriate bits. But quickly, she discovered everything is better when snatched directly off Mommy's or Daddy's plate. Including salad. I don't know how she snuck the lettuce or why, but she was defiant when we tried to take it away.
And given that her tooth count remains at two (but good gravy is she trying for uppers!), she did fairly well gumming everything up.
How do you like them apples?
I must have the only child on Earth who doesn't care for apple juice.
After weeks of battling to get her to drink juicy water (that's about one part juice to about two or three parts water) out of her sippy cups, it finally dawned on me that maybe Josie doesn't like apple juice.
Sure enough, tried out some mango juice and she was all in. Blueberry juice? OK. White grape? Aight.
Just no apple, please. Wonder why?
Showing posts with label juice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label juice. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Table scraps
How You Like Them Apples?
I have been a victim of marketing.
About a month ago, Josie sampled juice for the first time. Chris and I wanted to avoid the introduction for a while because so many juices out there contain very little fruit and very lot sugar.
So, we did what we thought was best. We bought low-sugar or no-sugar-added apple juice, such as Mott's for Tots, and then we watered it down.
Well hello Shirley, we come to discover that buying these more expensive, "better" juices was essentially buying into a more expensive, not-really-better marketing campaign.
The other day at the grocery store, Chris stops and says, "I want to check something." He grabs a bottle of the regular store brand apple juice.
Compare: Mott's — Contains 54 percent juice. No added sugar listed among ingredients. Sixty calories and 15 grams of sugar per serving. One hundred percent of vitamin C (RDA).
Kroger brand — Contains 100 percent juice. No sugar added listed among ingredients. Per serving 110 calories and 28 grams of sugar. Vitamin C 130 percent.
Yep, Mott's is lower in sugar and, thus, calories. But if I'm already watering down the juice, why am I paying Mott's for less juice and, what I imagine, is just more water?
It's not like buying Mott's has sapped my 401k or anything. I just don't like having my bubble burst.
Something Frosted, Something Chewed, Someone Pooped Something Blue
There was another birthday in Josie's day care class. That meant another round o'cupcakes for the babes.
When I picked her up this afternoon, the teachers had taken care to mop all the crusted frosting from her face except for three tiny blue specks near her ear.
"Josie was so into her cupcake," one of the ladies said.
"Well, Daddy's going to handle this diaper change," I said, except not out loud.
And as the saying goes, nothing is certain except death, taxes and that blue food coloring will ... Let's just the aftermath was extensive and cerulean.
"Did you eat a Smurf?" was all Chris could manage in the wake of such diaper devastation.
What I wasn't aware of was that the food dye could also stain her little tushie. If we had let her steep any longer, she would have had a terrible case of Avatar bottom.
Word to the wise, take it easy on the vibrant birthday cupcakes until baby is potty trained.
Turkey Lurkey
Oh. My. God. I'm. So. Excited. About. Baby's. First. Thanksgiving. Cannot. Stop. Writing. In. One. Word. Sentences.
Dear lord, that is annoying. I'm sorry. But I'm terribly into this holiday.
Don't fret. You'll hear alllllll about it soon.
I have been a victim of marketing.
About a month ago, Josie sampled juice for the first time. Chris and I wanted to avoid the introduction for a while because so many juices out there contain very little fruit and very lot sugar.
So, we did what we thought was best. We bought low-sugar or no-sugar-added apple juice, such as Mott's for Tots, and then we watered it down.
Well hello Shirley, we come to discover that buying these more expensive, "better" juices was essentially buying into a more expensive, not-really-better marketing campaign.
The other day at the grocery store, Chris stops and says, "I want to check something." He grabs a bottle of the regular store brand apple juice.
Compare: Mott's — Contains 54 percent juice. No added sugar listed among ingredients. Sixty calories and 15 grams of sugar per serving. One hundred percent of vitamin C (RDA).
Kroger brand — Contains 100 percent juice. No sugar added listed among ingredients. Per serving 110 calories and 28 grams of sugar. Vitamin C 130 percent.
Yep, Mott's is lower in sugar and, thus, calories. But if I'm already watering down the juice, why am I paying Mott's for less juice and, what I imagine, is just more water?
It's not like buying Mott's has sapped my 401k or anything. I just don't like having my bubble burst.
Something Frosted, Something Chewed, Someone Pooped Something Blue
There was another birthday in Josie's day care class. That meant another round o'cupcakes for the babes.
When I picked her up this afternoon, the teachers had taken care to mop all the crusted frosting from her face except for three tiny blue specks near her ear.
"Josie was so into her cupcake," one of the ladies said.
"Well, Daddy's going to handle this diaper change," I said, except not out loud.
And as the saying goes, nothing is certain except death, taxes and that blue food coloring will ... Let's just the aftermath was extensive and cerulean.
"Did you eat a Smurf?" was all Chris could manage in the wake of such diaper devastation.
What I wasn't aware of was that the food dye could also stain her little tushie. If we had let her steep any longer, she would have had a terrible case of Avatar bottom.
Word to the wise, take it easy on the vibrant birthday cupcakes until baby is potty trained.
Turkey Lurkey
Oh. My. God. I'm. So. Excited. About. Baby's. First. Thanksgiving. Cannot. Stop. Writing. In. One. Word. Sentences.
Dear lord, that is annoying. I'm sorry. But I'm terribly into this holiday.
Don't fret. You'll hear alllllll about it soon.
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