
The wildly exciting news in my household this month is that my daughter has just started eating solids. Now while I realise that some may find this piece of information more riveting than others, it does raise the topic of supermarket vegetables and the quest for all things organic. So I rushed out and bought this set of pale blue miniature pots in which to lovingly cook what I presumed would be the most nutritious, mind-alteringly, delicious organic vegetables I could find. This of course is the movie that was playing itself out in my head as I leapt off to the local supermarket for such simple stage-one fare as gem squash, butternut, sweet potatoes and pears. We haven’t yet progressed to the green stuff.
Two Woolworths, one Spar and two Pick ‘n Pay outlets later and I had yet to find anything on my shopping list that was organic. Had my baby girl had a need for fancy lettuce leaves, rocket, even spring onions, I would have reigned victorious at almost every shop, but anything as mundane, dare I say cheap, as what I needed simply didn’t seem to feature in realm of all things organic. Don’t wealthy, nutritiously-aware folk eat such ordinary vegetables as gem squash and butternut? (Has anyone ever seen an organic ice berg lettuce? - let us know where!)
Now while I adore the rather quaint idea of ordering one of those fabulously friendly organic boxes of mixed vegetables once a week, I just know that we’ll never get through half of them and after my rather frustrating supermarket foray I’m beginning to have my doubts as to whether they even grow the type of things my daughter needs at this stage of her culinary development.
I finally I found a punnet of organic Bosc pears, delicious they were and Trixie-Rose appears to agree. But the Bosc pears are posher than the ordinary ones and they’re above and beyond the humble butternut. Sadly for the rest I was forced to resort to run of the mill, non-organic vegetables. Initially I labelled myself a heinous and hopeless mother and then, well, I got real. In a perfect world everything that passes my daughters lips would be pure as the driven snow, but that simply isn’t going to happen and so all I can do now is steam them daily, puree them lovingly, heat them gently and make peace with the fact that, like almost everything in the world, some vegetables are simply more important than others!
Have a happy May…. and happy Mother’s Day.
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