Baby Food Pride

I make a point to try all the food Baby J eats. I figure if I won't eat it, neither should she. By now, I've tried a wide variety of different brands and flavors. Most are bland, some are gross, and a few are absolutely delightful. Gerber makes some dynamite flavors for Stage 2 including a mango puree and a bunch of granola/fruit combos.

Is it wrong that I want to buy baby food for myself and keep it on hand as a snack? That I want to take it with me when I need to pack a lunch? That I want to come home after a long day and flop down on the couch with a container of Stage 2 banana, strawberry, pear blend?

Something about it just feels wrong. Maybe if I buy a bunch of baby food and somehow fit it into an emptied beer bottle or something, I'll feel better about the whole thing, more manly. Maybe I could use a big, fat beer stein so everyone will think I'm just a drunk instead of a weirdo that eats baby food for pleasure. I wonder which is more socially acceptable.

Or maybe I shouldn't be ashamed at all. Good food is good food, right? Maybe I should come out of the closet and openly eat baby food whenever and wherever I feel like it. Maybe others will stand up and join me. Maybe I could start a movement. A baby food pride movement.

I'll think it over this afternoon while I'm slurping down some smooshed bananas.

Listening To: If'n by fIREHOSE