The first time I was presented with a banoffee pie I was eager to devour the creamy goodness that awaited me. Made by the M-in-L it was pretty much guaranteed I was going to enjoy it, she is after all an amazing cook (I am sure this will not be the last time I mention that fact).
Oh dear though, it was all I could do not to openly gag on each mouthful. It would be obvious something was wrong if I just left it though, so I powered right through to the last mouthful. Only for the M-in-L and the other half to stare at me as though I had just eaten my own arm.
“I can’t believe you just ate that!” says the other half.
“Why, what was wrong with it?” I ask now worried. ”
“It had bananas in it”
Busted, time to confess all.
“I wondered why it was making me feel a little queasy.”
I admitted I didn’t like it but I was too polite to say anything. If someone has gone to the effort to make something for me, surely the least I can do is eat it, no?
So that was my first taste of banoffee pie, which didn’t end well. This memory popped back into my head two days ago when it was time to start weaning my little bambino and I was attempting to spoon-feed him his first few mouthfuls of baby rice.
It was a momentous occasion for me. The M-in-L, the Sister-in-Law, even the auntie and cousin were there to witness the event.
I can’t imagine what it would be like to only eat one thing for five months and then to suddenly find yourself being force-fed this foreign mush which is so often, and quite rightly so, likened to wallpaper paste.
I am so excited to introduce new flavours but am trying hard to kerb my enthusiasm as apparently you can’t rush these things. The cupboards are already stocked with little pots, each a different flavour from the last. Don’t frown on me just yet, I do intend to make my own baby puree, but just for the first couple of weeks I am going to cheat.
I have every intention that I will be able introduce him to the widest range of food possible at a young age in the hope that I can avoid him being as fussy as I was as a child.
Wish me luck!
Annie's Food Affair 