Pizza

I'm raising my daughter as a vegetarian. I was raised this way and I've decided to keep meat (and poultry and fish) out of my diet. But lets get one thing straight -- I'm not a vegan -- I couldn't live without cheese, especially considering that my favorite food is pizza.

My baby started eating solids two months ago, at age six-months, but she still gets about 99.9% of her calories from breast milk. Her initial foray into the world of solid foods was less than successful (see my earlier posts) but we've recently turned a corner. Suddenly she wants to taste everything I eat and seems to love everything I give her. This change could stem from the recent addition of four upper teeth, or maybe her system's adjusted, or maybe her brain just gets it after two months of trial and error. Personally, I think her new epicurean tendencies are all thanks to -- you guessed it -- pizza.

Zachary's Chicago style deep dish with black olives and garlic to be precise. It was a rainy afternoon and my husband and I were eating leftover pizza when I caught my baby ogling the slice as it made it's way into my mouth. So I scooped up some sauce and let her suck it off my finger. OK, this girl takes after me -- she loved it! -- it may be her new favorite food.

Long story short, she now is interested in eating everything I do, most likely hoping that eventually she will get another taste of the delicious ambrosia known as Zachary's.