Food

I almost forgot to share one other pesky side effect . . . E.'s taste buds seem to have been "damaged." Not sure if it's a temporary or permanent thing, but the chemo has definitely messed with them. He says nothing really tastes as good as it used to. And he really can't taste salt at all. For a gourmet chef like E., you can imagine how annoying that is. I always affectionately call E. a "food snob" since he really does have some strong opinions about food. He's the one who can taste a meal in a restaurant and tell you what spices were used and how it was prepared. As for me, I haven't really met a food I didn't like so I'm not much help when he asks me to taste something. My general response is, "It's good." That's not exactly helpful when the Chef E. is trying to recreate a recipe or wants to know which spices should be added. Anyways, his lack of taste probably effects his appetite too (just like when you have a cold and don't really feel like eating because you can't taste anything).

And just like his daddy, Baby E. seems to be developing some strong opinions about food. We recently began feeding him "real food" and for the most part, he likes almost anything. Sweet potatoes, squash, pears, peaches, apples, bananas, mangos, pumpkin . . . all yummy. And then there are carrots. The first spoonful went in his mouth and his eyebrows immediately went up. Then his nose scrunched. His eyes watered. His mouth curled. Out shot his tongue, covered with pureed carrots. He couldn't get them out of his mouth fast enough. His whole body literally shuddered in disgust. Daddy went back to feeding him peaches and life was good again. Peaches. Peaches. Peaches. And then . . . a sneak attack. Daddy tried to slip in another spoonful of carrots. Baby E. didn't even come close to falling for that trick! Gag. Spit. Sputter. Out came the carrots. Oh well, maybe some other time.

Baby E. finishing off the last of his squash. Delish.

S.