When I was young, my great-grandparents had a small ranch. I was lucky enough to live just down the gravel lane from them, and spent most of my childhood running in the pasture and chasing after cows. My great-grandmother had one milking cow, tan in color and easily distinguished from the others, and she milked
My daughter was born almost nine months ago, and has now been eating solid foods for just under three months. As she and I embark on this new culinary journey together, I’ve been reading a lot (books, articles, blogs – you name it) on the many ways I can help her become an adventurous eater.