Annabel's love for garlic fries would tend to confirm that theory.

Now I'm hungry for garlic fries. I'm going to blame Susan. *sigh*

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It's lunch time.

Fish is tricky because of bones and because of mercury. I'm paranoid about mercury levels, especially since their wee brains are developing at a rapid rate during the first year. We've only given O bits of salmon once or twice and he's never had tuna.

Everything I've seen says that canned light tuna is ok (because it's the lowest in mercury containment), and if you limit tuna consumption to 2 oz/week you should be OK.

I totally believe the business of introducing spicy/varied foods after watching the nephling, who is a chef's kid, hoovering up everything and anything strongly flavored when he was a little one.

Everything I've seen says that canned light tuna is ok (because it's the lowest in mercury containment), and if you limit tuna consumption to 2 oz/week you should be OK.

I think they're actually advertising a "guaranteed low mercury" canned version. But I'm just avoidy because of the pregnancy on top of it, so we're just not buying it at the moment. Unless I happen to get a white-hot craving for it (and the tuna salad sandwiches at Panera really are cravable).

My experience with babies was that they ate spicy food with enthusiasm -- until the dreaded one-year mark hit. Somewhere after one year, babies aren't hungry all the time. This means that they are able to be picky. Mine took full advantage of this right.

Then ensued the 10-Year Mac-N-Cheese Glut. Let us never speak of it again.

Then ensued the 10-Year Mac-N-Cheese Glut. Let us never speak of it again.

Heh. Except for those of us hovering on the brink.

I'm trying to imagine my mother varying her menus based on our preferences. From where I was sitting, she sure seemed intractable ::shudders at liver memories:: but it's not like I'm an unbiased reporter, or anything. I do know she worked around my father's predilictions, or at least tried to, and then threw her hands up in despair. Still! Fufu!

I'm still trying to figure out how I managed to avoid growing up mentally and physically stunted on my childhood diet, which heavily featured Chunky Chicken Noodle Soup, white bread (I rolled it up into dense balls--ick!), the crust of fried chicken but as little of the meat as I could get by with, etc.

Of course, maybe I was supposed to be 6'0" with an IQ of 200....

I'm trying to imagine my mother varying her menus based on our preferences.

Oh, that definitely didn't happen at my house growing up. My dad only liked two vegetables: corn and green beans. My mom never served anything else with dinner. We just ate what was there or we didn't. I try to plan stuff we all like with at least one option for everyone--but that's only when I *plan*. Which doesn't happen very often.

My MiL always cooked at least three separate meals. She had one that refused meat and one kid that refused just about everything else. These were BiL and SiL--when DH was a kid she was intractable due to tighter contraints on the food budget.