Early on in Finwe's life we learned that I cannot eat onions. For whatever reason, onion flavored milk bothers his little intestinal tract. It used to mean that I was up all the time comforting him from his upset tummy or large exits of gas from his body.
Today I decided to throw caution to the wind and eat some fried rice. I just really, really wanted the flavor of onions. Have you ever gone four months without cooking with onion? Without tasting onion? Have you? It's quite difficult. The lovely flavor of carmelized onions, mmmmm.
Back to Finwe. His GI tract has matured. He could, if I wanted, have some solid food at this age. I'm waiting. No need to rush that. He's big; he's growing.
Sadly, he still doesn't like onion flavored milk. I will be up tonight many times. I will be comfoting him and smelling the aroma of baby processed onion milk. I have only me to blame.
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