09 Feb

News Flash!

Toooof!

 

Breaking news! Today I discovered that I have a tooth (or teeth.)

The Chef says this means I am a "big boy." Accordingly, I have sent my staff home for the rest of the day. I am sure I can take it from here.

07 Feb

New Poll! What Should I Wear?

A tie has been declared in the What Should I Eat First? poll, with Sweet Potatoes and Butternut Squash both garnering 26% of the vote.  The Chef has decided to be the tie-breaker, favoring the side of Butternut Squash. More on that in a post later this week.

My attention has now turned to more sartorial matters. Now that I am to "dine," what should I wear? I present, for your consideration, three candidates:

Monkey Bib

Candidate #1: The Monkey

With the wide variety of colors present in the design, it seems it would go with many of my outfits. Also, this get-up says "Fun," which I think we can all agree is an uplifting message.

Candidate #2: The "Savannah"

We will call this entry, The "Savannah," for the giraffes and elephants that adorn the bib. What's that you say? You don't think there are monkeys on the Savannah? Well, I wouldn't know. I am only 5 months old. Tell that to the textile designer.

 

Candidate #3:  Rock and Roll 

This is obviously the "coolest" of the three. And, not to sway anyone's vote, but it was given to me by My Favorite Advisor (a.k.a my sister).

 

06 Feb

Water: My Review

In the interest of broadening my horizons, I tried some "drinking water"* on Friday. I drank it right out of the cup. It was confusing at first, since the cup was a lovely red plastic. I chewed and gnawed, just as one does when trying out a new plastic possession. But then this cold liquid entered my mouth. It was mildly entertaining, and it was even more fun to let all of it drip down the front of my shirt. I definitely think I will be trying this again.

* as opposed to "bathwater", which I drink all the time. The Chef informs me that bathwater is a non-culinary grade water, but I find it pleasing to taste on my bath toys nonetheless.

05 Feb

The Joys of Fresh Food

Hooray! The Chef has, temporarily, decided to stop with her insistence on “Take-Out”. She says (with a heavy sigh that I don't really appreciate) she can be here for every meal if need be.

Instead, she has asked that I consider cutting out my night-time meals, otherwise known as “Second Supper”, “Midnight Special”, “Third Supper” and “Pre-Breakfast.” Sometimes I require a "Second Pre-Breakfast" as well. Apparently she has something else she would rather be doing at those times?

I told her that I would consider (perhaps) getting rid of Third Supper, but that the others were not to be messed with.

03 Feb

Take-Out, Part Deux

Well, The Chef did at least put some more effort in selecting some Take-Out containers (pictured.)

I had objections to each. One was “too boob-y”, another was “not boob-y enough” and yet a third was just an avalanche of food! I mean, really! Does The Chef think I want to just pour food in my mouth with a firehose? Where is the finesse in that?

*Sigh*. I think The Chef doesn’t really understand my delicate palate.

31 Jan

When will I be eating food?

So since The Chef has been talking so much about this “food” stuff, I decided to ask her what her timetable was for rolling out my new menu. She said my nutritional consultant (a.k.a. The Pediatrician) said I could have already been eating for a month now.

But The Chef said she was hoping for a little more interest on my part AND she said,

“It would be great if you could sit up, unassisted.”

"What!?!?"

At this point, The Chef tells me that I will be sitting upright for many of my meals going forward. No more lounging or reclining (unless it is Passover.) Why would I want to give up my lounge and eat routine? She is really not selling this.

30 Jan

On Eating “Take Out”

“The Chef” made it clear that she might, occasionally (but not often) wish to have the afternoon or evening off. Towards this end, she suggested that I sample the same fine fare I enjoy in the other meals she prepares for me, but in a sort of “take-out” container (a.k.a. a bottle.) I would receive the company of another member of The Chef’s retinue (Grandma, Dad, etc.) while I enjoyed my take-out repast.

I told The Chef that I would consider this request, and so we commenced on a test run. The Chef paced nervously in another room while I tried my “take-out” meal. But, alas, I was not that sold on the idea. The temperature and other aesthetic qualities of the meal were not up to my standards. And so, I refused.

It turns out The Chef was just using the containers that came with her take-out meal preparation device (made by Medela)! The containers were not carefully selected with my specific needs in mind. The Chef had to get more “take-out” containers to see if something else might meet my specific criteria. (I will tell you about my experience with those at another time.) Really, I have to stay on top of her to make sure these things are up to snuff!

27 Jan

On My Current Food Situation

Napping DinerI want to make it clear that by embarking on this journey, I am not in any way casting aspersions on my current food situation. I have been eating this way my whole life, and it suits me just fine. “The Chef” has been doing a great job of providing me with the number of meals and quantity per meal that I desire. In fact, as I will explain in another post, I am not 100% certain I need or want any other types of food! But The Chef assures me that I will enjoy the variety and that trying new things will keep me from being too “provincial” in my tastes.

<<<The Tiny Diner taking siesta after a particularly satisfying lunch.

25 Jan

Welcome to The Tiny Diner

The Tiny Diner with Spoon

Bonjour, I am the Tiny Diner. Until recently, I had considered spending my whole life as an “extreme locavore,” eating only that which is provided to me directly from “The Chef” (a.k.a. Mama.) However, as this food source starts to become erratic (“The Chef” would like to drink a cocktail occasionally) and as I develop new body parts (i.e. “teeth”) I have started to consider other food, outside my 2-3 foot local radius. Join me on my journey through the world of new food experiences.