Akiva: Food!!!
Iris: Eew. I’m so messy!
Akiva: Iris, you’re funny!
I haven’t been taking photos lately.
I used to take a lot.
Now I’m mostly tired.
Luckily, things are mostly still the same:
Iris is still sillyβ
Akiva is still getting bigger at an amazing rateβ
And Mom still laughs until milk comes out her noseβ
Thank you for visiting, Mom & Dad.
I love you so much.
Apetite.
Amazingly, between the tremendous size of the high-chair tray
and the gasket-like quality of the silicone bib,
practically nothing got on the floor.
It has been WAY too long since I have taken photos of my baby Iris eating.
WHAT? I DON’T HAVE A BABY NAMED IRIS???
See slightly older baby Iris eating here.
Oh. I now have a little girl named Iris.
It has been two years since I last took a series of photos of her eating at the table!
To where has the time flown?
Tonight, Iris was showing how she can take really big bites of a big fork.
Eggs with sausage and spinach; cream-cheese and sauerkraut on the side.
Multiple refills required for the sauerkraut plate.
Yum.
I made up a recipe for sweet potato custard pie before Christmas.
Martin thought it was fantastic; I thought it was imperfect.
So I made up another one. This time I left out the crust. Really, I’m just interested in the formation of custard.
It was real yummy, but then I ate too much, which didn’t feel so good.
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Here’s my recipe, because I didn’t see anything like it on line, and because it’s the only thing I photographed today:
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2 cups (about 2 medium) sweet potato, boiled and peeled
Β½ cup sugar
3 eggs
Β½ Tablespoon cornstarch
2 cups heavy (whipping) cream
Β½ teaspoon coffee extract
tiny dash of cinnamon
bigger dash of ginger
blob of molasses; about 2 Tbsp
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Mix well everything but the eggs and cream. Beat in the eggs. Mix in the cream.
Pour into 4 custard dishes (equivalent of one 9″ pie)
Bake at 400Β°F for 40 minutes or until a knife inserted halfway between center and outside comes out clean.
Cool.
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Iris calls it pie. Now after dinner she chants, “Pie! Pie!”
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