Since the beginning of our BLW adventure, Leo has become wiser. He recognizes vegetables now, for instance, so he knows that they go on the floor, and don’t deserve a trip to the mouth to be tasted first. He is quite clever about this, even if it is a new vegetable. He is a smart baby, although frustrating. We are on occasion able to trick him with something that looks sufficiently leaf-like, like kale, but not too often. Basically the only things that he still really likes are Cheerios and rice cakes. And meat, of course.
The sad thing is though, he has stopped eating fruits, and we have been puzzled and a bit sad, because he used to really seem to enjoy them. This I think I may have figured out, and here Leo gets points for the insight, and not his parents. I think the key is that the fruit has to be ripe. Who would have thunk it, right? But I believe it is true. As an American, of course, I usually buy my fruit at the supermarket and just plop it right in the Fruit drawer of the fridge, and I am starting to think that this is entirely wack behavior, and that Leo is training me. I have learned that fruit doesn’t really ripen well in the fridge, and that they don’t really sell ripe fruit at the supermarket. Is this totally common knowledge? Am I alone in my befuddlement?
The first times that Leo had fruit it was Farmer’s Market fruit, or those apricots off of the tree I discussed a few posts ago. Those led me to believe that he liked fruit, but the last few days, as I have plied him with plums, peaches, and apricots, all purchased from the supermarket, cold and crisp from the Fruit drawer, he has been practicing his throwing arm. The only fruits he still seems to like are apples and watermelon. Today, though, I went to see Mommy at work, and they have a small farmer’s market right on the grounds there, where they had some amazing peaches and nectarines ($4 a pound amazing, but I digress). He ate a couple nectarine chunks, warm, ripe, and juicy, no problem. And then later, as we were walking to the supermarket, I noticed a very nice house with a very nice apricot tree in the front yard. Upon closer inspection, they had actual apricots growing on it. I have to confess, I felt a twinge of my morals when I decoupled the baby from his carseat and just waltzed into someone else’s yard for fruit, but jeez, I could tell from their Amazon box on the porch that they weren’t at home, and there were rotting apricots all over the lawn (lucky bastards), so I went ahead and committed the crime.
And as before, Leo selected a fruit that was pleasing to his eye, took a bite and found the taste likewise pleasing, and when I put him back in his carseat, he happily devoured the entire fruit before we got to the supermarket. It was a pretty large fruit, too, larger than his fist. He ate virtually every scrap of that thing, he had a huge hunk of apricot in each fist and just switched fists until it was all gone. I was amazed.
So that’s it. Leo has taught me something about eating fruit, something that I’m sure everyone knew back in caveman days, but that I unaccountably just did not know – keep the fruit on the counter, and eat it when it is ripe.
Also, we had steak again last night.