Not to be confused with a grisly scene from at least two movies Ethan was happy to compare, this was Natalie Saturday night after dinner. Beets, they are. Since she's started solid food we've prepared it all at home. It's the cheapest monetarily but a very time-consuming venture. It requires baking/steaming and then pureeing, then freezing said puree in the ice cube trays. Natalie is slowly learning to eat more textured foods and enjoys eating several things on her own but she's definitely got an issue with some textures. I thought, egregiously, that this night I would try and curb some time and effort by simply putting the beets through the food mill instead of the blender. Well, haste makes waste. Her unwillingness to 'chew' certain food is strangely absent of defiance. She simply spits it out, looks at it, then promptly rubs her eyes. Ethan was visiting and thought it an outstanding opportunity (check his Facebook page). I think we're on our way to one-meal preparation for the three of us as we see Natalie point to our plates, or climb on us as we eat our breakfast while sitting on the floor, a habit we want to change (not eating at the table, that is).