So Bugaboo has been eating mushy baby food for over six months now and she's so over it. Been there, done that. Now she only wants food she can actually sink her teeth into. However, for some strange reason she doesn't want anything to do with the little Gerber jars of diced carrots or pre-packaged meals for toddlers. And since four out of the literally five meals I cook for the boys are not appropriate for her wee baby palate, it wasn't looking good for me. I may have mentioned once or fifty times how I loathe cooking. So, faced with the prospect of having to cook not one, but TWO meals each night, I seriously contemplated feeding her Cheerios and bananas until she was ready for steak. But in the end I sucked it up and thought to myself, WWMomsD?

I bought some raw veggies, which is an experience in and of itself as the only veggies my family is used to is of the canned and/or frozen variety. Then I went online to learn how to prepare them. Yes, Google teaches me how to steam veggies and hard boil eggs. And since I don't even have the equipment to bake a cake much less for stove top steaming, and since microwaving was the easiest method resulting in the least dishes, I went the microwave route.

I threw a few carrot sticks in a bowl, added a dash of water, covered with plastic wrap, and popped it in the microwave. Set for five minutes. It didn't take long for sizzling sounds to start up. I wasn't concerned. Then I heard some popping. And when I finally rushed over to the microwave, I saw a flame AND my life flash before my eyes! Fortunately for me and any innocent bystanders in the vicinity, the flame extinguished as soon as I turned off the microwave. But the bowl and the carrots were goners.



Since Bugaboo still had to eat, I tried again. But, I kid you not, I was shaking in my boots the whole time. This time I heated them up in thirty second intervals while peeking out from behind the fridge in case they burst out in flames again. But the carrots were steamed to perfection and no (additional) bowls or people were harmed in the process.



And Bugaboo was none the wiser.

Labels: anti-mom antics, i spy, parent 'hood