Yummy in My Tummy

Like everyone else in our house, I take my food quite seriously.  Since my last post, I have hit another major milestone and had my first taste of rice cereal.It proved a bit difficult at first, but after I got the hang of swallowing I found it most enjoyable and now relish mealtime. Ahh, the faint smell of the warm porridge, mixed ever so slightly with some delicious breastmilk into a perfect velvety consistency that swirls in my mouth ever so whimsically … it’s a good time.

However, also like everyone else in my family, I am a big critic and have quickly learned the value of correct proportions in recipes.  I want nothing to do with something prepared incorrectly.  Too much milk, and the cereal is just a runny, unappealing mess.  Too little milk and its just this pasty, gelatinous-like inedible muck.  Either way, I don’t want it even near me if it’s less than perfectly blended.

Oh, and don’t think my little palate can’t differentiate when mere ‘formula’ is mixed in.  I tolerate it, but barely.

Overall, I give the rice cereal experience three out of four bottles – but my generosity is only because other than breastmilk, formula, mylecon and maybe a tiny lick or two of Mustela or Kiehls soap at bathtime, its about the only thing I tasted so far, so cut me some slack will ya?

Until my next review – Au revoir (that’s French for later alligator)