Nom Nom Stories!

"Like momma, like son " she squeals as I lick clean the last spoon of ragi porridge! Duh Mamma - if all you were fed through your life - the entire 6.5 months- is that breaastmilk am sure you too would lap up anything that comes near your mouth.

But I have a sneaking suspicion that am missing the party! I see my ammamma(thank good for her!) rue "Add at least a spoon of sugar in that kurke.... Poor kannan, it's so tasteless ". As if my  bull headed amma will lsiten. Instead she gives a long lecture on "no salt, no sugar, no honey until he's one"! Anyways I wonder what this "sugar" is.....

Looks like if I let this mamma have her way, my taste buds would be dead by the time am one. So I have decided to take things into my hands - errr into my tongue I mean. I now lick things off the floor :-D. I have managed bits n pieces of this n that! But as luck will have it, ammamma is not being my partner in crime - instead she keeps flicking off my prized possessions from the floor! Hmpf! Looks like its time to up my game people!!

Mamma wants me to add that I was started on solids at home from Aug 20 and the first morsel I was fed is Kunan Kaaya that my velye-ammama lovingly sundried, powdered and sent it all the way from Guruvayoor, Kerala.

That's how first meals look - messy n yummy :-D

Linking this to Write Tribe’s Monday Musings. I write cause these memories are priceless to me!