Amidst the teething screams of my daughter (her two front teeth are about to pop through the gums any day), I made "
Tuna Pasta with Creamy Tomato Sauce" on Friday evening. As I whisked the flour and milk into the butter for the cheese sauce, I thought to myself:
This is much more complicated than I would prefer for a recipe I don't even get to eat! However, the cheese sauce came together beautifully and I had high hopes for the success of the recipe. I even tasted it myself, and with a dash of salt and pepper, I would have served it to my husband for dinner. It was good!
Given the slightly more complicated nature of the recipe, Baby Girl's dinner time was delayed by about half an hour; so, she was quite hungry and fussy by the time I plopped a little mound of the pasta in a bowl for her to eat. I could feel the apprehension rising as I scooped a bit of the concoction onto the spoon and eased it toward her mouth. I pasted on an artificial smile and cooed ridiculously, hoping to increase her interest in the food. ("Yay! This looks so YUMMY! It's cheesy, and gooey, and you probably won't even taste the tuna! Yum, yum!!!")
At first, Baby Girl did try to bat away the spoon, but I got in a lucky shot and stuffed a tiny pasta shell between her lips. She started to spit it out, but then - miraculously - chewed. I didn't get excited yet; it was still too early. I let her finish the first bite, and then tentatively offered her another bite. To my pleasant surprise, she opened her mouth! Not wide, but enough for me to pop in another shell. Again she chewed and swallowed, and again, she opened her mouth - this time wider! She smacked her hands against the high chair tray and squealed.
YES! I celebrated at this point. "See??? It's good, huh?" She happily wolfed down the whole bowl of Tuna Pasta, and my heart soared. I was beside myself that I had finally found a meat recipe my little girl would eat! (Ah, the little things...)
On Saturday, I prepared myself to write this celebratory post, still reveling in my success. My husband and I had planned to make a trip out to Costco that day to fill up our new Utility Room fridge (oh, the joy of shopping in bulk and actually having a place to put it all!), so I packed a lunch bag for Baby with a little bowl of Tuna Pasta, some fresh raspberries, and a sippy cup. The hubs and I planned to partake in the nutritious selections of pepperoni pizza and hot dogs at the store.
We sat down at a table to eat, I put the bib on Baby Girl, and I popped open the bowl of Tuna Pasta, all too ready to show my husband how much she enjoyed this new recipe. Well, as children so often do, she was also ready - ready to prove me wrong. She batted away the spoon and spit out any bites I managed to force into her mouth. I thought: If I could just get her to chew one bite, she'll remember how much she liked it last night!
Well, Baby Girl won in the battle of the wills, and I ended up bringing home an uneaten bowl of Tuna Pasta. What happened? I have no idea. Maybe it's not as good the next day. Maybe the temperature wasn't just right after traveling with it in the car. Maybe sore gums make everything less appetizing. I haven't a clue...
But what I
do know is there was one successful meaty meal in there, and I must hold onto that as inspiration. I'll keep trying with the Tuna Pasta until it's no good anymore, just as I did with the
(Modified) Broccoli Cheese Nuggets, and will try another recipe after that. Maybe, just maybe, we'll find a true winner somewhere along the way.
Until then, I'll keep you posted.