The Culinary Adventures Of Baby Food

*Note* I am sorry I have been MIA as of late. I am still trying to get a balance between life, school, my home, and this blog.

The last two weeks have been a journey. The elements of this journey consist of my husband, myself, the wonderful baby bullet, rice, carrots, a spoon, and the mouth of my happy six month old son. The beginning was full of nerves, curiosity, and some flutters of excitement.

It all began on September 18th on a Sunday afternoon inside the Edman home; also known as James' grandparents. I started with half a cup of uncooked brown rice inside the baby bullet. Blended into a fine powder, this made its way into a pot with boiling bubbly water. Messy, as it overflowed, and fifteen minutes went by. A pudding like mixture remained, with the taste resembling sugarless grits.

The first bite was great; no look of disgust, only bewilderment and curiosity. But soon the game began. James pushes all the rice out that I put in. Sweet brown rice is fun, new, exciting, messy, and in all honesty, not to tasty.

Carrots was the adventure of the day! It began with me peeling, and washing, and baking. Once the carrots were soft and tender they too came face to face with the baby bullet. Another food made, rich in it's color and sweet in it's flavor. James seemed to have forgotten about his obnoxious game of spitting out his food. He gobbled up every bite happily, gleefully.

I actually found that the carrots were less of a mess, except of course when daddy decided to feed him. I am not sure why but it seems that Matt has no aim and the food on the spoon wound up on all over James' face. Carrots are sweet, successful, and are currently James' favorite.

It is only the beginning of my culinary adventures of baby food. Keep coming back for more. I think next week we are trying sweet potatoes.

Giddy Up, Cowboy!

I am sorry it has taken me so long to post but school has started and I am still getting in to the swing of things. But I had to make some time and share the wild adventures my family had on Saturday when we traveled back in time and ventured to a rendezvous in Fort Bridger!

Our costumes not nearly as amazing as what we came to see but we dressed up nonetheless. James was our little buckaroo cowboy; Matt, the evil Pawnee from "Dances with Wolves"; myself, a rather modern native american.

We traveled far and long to come upon the trading post. Alongside us on our journey was my mother and her family. For most the journey we traveled by means of car but we reached a point that our car could make it no further. We had to make the difficult decision of leaving her behind and continuing onward by foot.

The sun was beating down on us hard but luckily none of us lost our minds. The same cannot be said for another man and his car, who went so crazy they believed it was okay to drive on the trail that had only been made for bikes and man.

We then found the campsite of those also attending the rendezvous. We traveled through the many man made tents and teepees. It was eye opening to see how man once lived. Finally, we reach our destination of the rendezvous of Fort Bridger!

There was so much to see, so much to do! Tent after tent full of new things to buy, new people to see, new items to want. We found hats made of foxes, "talking" sticks carved with such detail and beauty, purses made from a turtle shell.

We found Native Americans expressing themselves through dance, we found homemade cream soda, and buffalo burgers galore! Just a word of advice, buffalo really tastes no different than cow.

There were woman in pretty dresses, some men dressed like mountain men! But beware! While James and I were protected, my husband cannot say the same. I do not know the details, and if I did I would not share. However with that said a bare bottom was most definitely seen.

We bought food, and we bought soda, a spear, and some loot. Now, we even own a dancing stick and flute!

The sun was bright that day, my husband and I have burns to prove. My son however was rescued by SPF 50, phew!

The day did come to an end but it was a wonderful adventure. We traveled back to our car, she was there waiting, still alive and rearing to go. It was time to come back to the present but memories will never fade. And this was our adventure to another time, to another place.