Tonight, Z, aged 8 months tasted her first steak (don’t worry – not a whole steak). It was New York Strip – heavily salt and peppered a la Bittman, cooked medium-rare and left to rest for 15 minutes.
The first bite was tentative, the second voracious. We now have a house of full-on carnivores.
Perhaps more surprising, tonight, our son, 3 1/2, ate salad and asked for more! Green coloured salad at that, dressed with a tangy garlic balsamic infusion.
Got a culinary first share? Let us know.
- Matthew
Cinjin, 10 months, trying his first pumpkin risotto last week, kept closing his eyes before each bite and opening his mouth wide like a little baby bird. About every fourth bite, he would say, “oh, mmmm” and give a little shudder. Drama king. I’ve also discovered recently that he’d eat steamed cardboard if it was finished with pesto, which is now my first line of defense in steamed vegetables.
I love the image of the baby shuddering with delight! My daughter was that way with a few things, especially those tiny frozen wild blueberries. I literally couldn’t put them down on her tray fast enough. She had that pincer grasp going strong, and while I reached for another handful she’d be doing that little fingers-to-palm sign for “more!”–until she got old enough to yell “Mo mo mo mo mo!”
Congrats on the steak trial! We went to a great restaurant, 39 Rue de Jean, in Charleston, S.C., last month, and took our three-year-old with us. Even though it was upscale bistro dining, they offered a kids’ menu. It wasn’t as bad as kids’ menus can get–as in, no corn dogs, but, yes, burgers. Last on the list, at $12, was a petit butterflied filet mignon. Unusual option…and cool, right?
Guess what we took a deep breath ($12!!) and ordered for her…and guess what she ate nearly every bite of?
We figured we’d pay $6 for a burger she wouldn’t eat, or twice that for the steak that WE would be happy to eat if she didn’t.
- L