I got kinda crazy last night and cooked artichokes. The crazy part was the garlic mayonnaise I made, which had a bit too much garlic. (Though Anthropapa claims that’s almost an oxymoron. Never too much, he says.) The kids really enjoyed the novelty of the artichokes–they watched me trim and prepare them, and loved that they were eating a big thistle flower. But I think SillyBilly’s tummy didn’t do too well with the amount of garlic he ate.
Then today I redeemed myself in SillyBilly’s eyes by allowing him to concoct a snack of mushed up banana, a dab of coconut oil, some raisins, and a drop of molasses. He called it “baby food” and ate it all up.