[Theatrical Muse] Response
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his_sarah_jane Which food would you never even try to taste? What food will you never eat again?
“Your four months now, darling,” Sarah Jane murmured to the baby girl in the high chair, trying her best to keep frustration out of her voice.
If her daughter noticed it, she didn’t give any indication. Instead, Valerie simply gurgled happily and reached her arms out towards Sarah. Her blue eyes shined happily, rather much reminding Sarah of a certain husband who wasn’t exactly around at the moment to help with this task. Work he said, even on a bank holiday, thus leaving her home alone with their child. Bloody spies, she decided, the lot of them. Sarah Jane was certain that, in the end, he simply didn’t want to be around for the mess she was certain would follow trying to feed Valerie semi-solid food for the first time.
“Four months,” she continued, leaning forward to plant a light kiss on top of pale blonde hair. “That means it’s time for something other than Mummy’s milk. Cauliflower cheese. Doesn’t it sound wonderful?”
Valerie shook her head as Sarah held the Cow and Gate jar in front of her. It didn’t look all that horrible in Sarah’s opinion. Certainly something she would never want to eat herself. But for baby food from the nearest Tesco, it did seem like the best choice to start out with. Even if it looked like a horrible grey-tan mixture, the baby on the outside of the jar seemed happy enough. A simple vegetarian meal seemed like the perfect place to start in Sarah’s opinion.
Apparently, Valerie had different ideas considering the way she currently used the bowl placed in front of her as a drum. At least it was a step up from ramming away on a keyboard again.
Sarah opened the jar, wrinkling her nose slightly at the odor that filled the room. Well, it didn’t smell all that horrible. Just a bit off was all. She walked over to the cabinet to grab another bowl. She knew from experience when to fight with Valerie and when not to. Sometimes she wished her daughter wasn’t so stubborn. But looking at the girl’s parents, Sarah Jane knew it was a rather vain wish to come true.
After a fourth of the jar was scooped in to the small bowl, she returned to Valerie’s high chair. The girl was still banging away at the bowl, smiling silly at her mother. It earned a slight grin from Sarah before she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and wished for the best. The child’s spoon in her hand was decorated with little green men and moons very much like Valerie’s bowl was – something she had picked out as a joke. So far, it hadn’t been as distracting as she hoped.
“Well, I suppose we ought to start sooner or later,” Sarah told Valerie as she dug the spoon into the glob of mashed cauliflower mix to retrieve a small scoop. She wrinkled her nose once again at the smell and then held it by Valerie’s mouth. It was met with a frown and another head shake that led to more giggling from the baby and a sigh from its mother.
“Don’t you want to impress Daddy when he gets home with your new ability?”
As Valerie’s fist went flying into the spoon causing the mush to go flying into Sarah Jane’s hair, she realized that was a no. After the second and third and fourth attempt, there was still very little food on Valerie’s face. There was, however, tan-grey substance all over Sarah’s shirt and the table in front of them.
Valerie only giggled. Sarah Jane sighed, feeling almost defeated. This was impossible. In fact, the only way she could possibly think of in getting Valerie to eat something would be to try it herself. She feared the idea. The food already smelled horrible enough. She couldn’t imagine just how bad this cauliflower and cheddar cheese concoction would taste.
With a sigh, she dipped the spoon in to what remained in the bowl. She held it out towards Valerie (which was received by more shaking of the head) before turning the spoon around and slowly lifting it up to her own mouth. Thankful that James wasn’t around to witness this, Sarah Jane stuck the spoon in her mouth and swallowed.
It took everything in her power not to gag or grimace. Wasn’t the point of this suppose to be that of slowly weaning her child off of breast milk and towards an appreciation of actual food? This? Was absolutely, positively horrid. She never, ever wanted to taste anything like it again. When it came time for the fruity bean and beef hotpot jar she had in the cabinet, James would be in charge of trying to get Valerie to eat.
Never, ever again.
“See?” she said, nearly a full minute after trying to deal with the horrible aftertaste the baby food left in her mouth. “It was absolutely delicious. Now it’s your turn, Valerie.”
But all Valerie did when the spoon reached her mouth was shake her head and bang on her bowl some more. Sarah Jane sighed, truly defeated by a four month old this time. It was humiliating, but she didn’t care. After all, nothing could ever possibly be worse than having to sample baby food. She never ever wanted to do that again.
Poor James Bond had absolutely no idea what he was in for when he came home that evening to a jar of cauliflower cheese and a very innocent looking mother and daughter set. At the very least, making her husband share in her pain was as sweet as anything Sarah Jane had ever tasted.
[follow-up]
“Your four months now, darling,” Sarah Jane murmured to the baby girl in the high chair, trying her best to keep frustration out of her voice.
If her daughter noticed it, she didn’t give any indication. Instead, Valerie simply gurgled happily and reached her arms out towards Sarah. Her blue eyes shined happily, rather much reminding Sarah of a certain husband who wasn’t exactly around at the moment to help with this task. Work he said, even on a bank holiday, thus leaving her home alone with their child. Bloody spies, she decided, the lot of them. Sarah Jane was certain that, in the end, he simply didn’t want to be around for the mess she was certain would follow trying to feed Valerie semi-solid food for the first time.
“Four months,” she continued, leaning forward to plant a light kiss on top of pale blonde hair. “That means it’s time for something other than Mummy’s milk. Cauliflower cheese. Doesn’t it sound wonderful?”
Valerie shook her head as Sarah held the Cow and Gate jar in front of her. It didn’t look all that horrible in Sarah’s opinion. Certainly something she would never want to eat herself. But for baby food from the nearest Tesco, it did seem like the best choice to start out with. Even if it looked like a horrible grey-tan mixture, the baby on the outside of the jar seemed happy enough. A simple vegetarian meal seemed like the perfect place to start in Sarah’s opinion.
Apparently, Valerie had different ideas considering the way she currently used the bowl placed in front of her as a drum. At least it was a step up from ramming away on a keyboard again.
Sarah opened the jar, wrinkling her nose slightly at the odor that filled the room. Well, it didn’t smell all that horrible. Just a bit off was all. She walked over to the cabinet to grab another bowl. She knew from experience when to fight with Valerie and when not to. Sometimes she wished her daughter wasn’t so stubborn. But looking at the girl’s parents, Sarah Jane knew it was a rather vain wish to come true.
After a fourth of the jar was scooped in to the small bowl, she returned to Valerie’s high chair. The girl was still banging away at the bowl, smiling silly at her mother. It earned a slight grin from Sarah before she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and wished for the best. The child’s spoon in her hand was decorated with little green men and moons very much like Valerie’s bowl was – something she had picked out as a joke. So far, it hadn’t been as distracting as she hoped.
“Well, I suppose we ought to start sooner or later,” Sarah told Valerie as she dug the spoon into the glob of mashed cauliflower mix to retrieve a small scoop. She wrinkled her nose once again at the smell and then held it by Valerie’s mouth. It was met with a frown and another head shake that led to more giggling from the baby and a sigh from its mother.
“Don’t you want to impress Daddy when he gets home with your new ability?”
As Valerie’s fist went flying into the spoon causing the mush to go flying into Sarah Jane’s hair, she realized that was a no. After the second and third and fourth attempt, there was still very little food on Valerie’s face. There was, however, tan-grey substance all over Sarah’s shirt and the table in front of them.
Valerie only giggled. Sarah Jane sighed, feeling almost defeated. This was impossible. In fact, the only way she could possibly think of in getting Valerie to eat something would be to try it herself. She feared the idea. The food already smelled horrible enough. She couldn’t imagine just how bad this cauliflower and cheddar cheese concoction would taste.
With a sigh, she dipped the spoon in to what remained in the bowl. She held it out towards Valerie (which was received by more shaking of the head) before turning the spoon around and slowly lifting it up to her own mouth. Thankful that James wasn’t around to witness this, Sarah Jane stuck the spoon in her mouth and swallowed.
It took everything in her power not to gag or grimace. Wasn’t the point of this suppose to be that of slowly weaning her child off of breast milk and towards an appreciation of actual food? This? Was absolutely, positively horrid. She never, ever wanted to taste anything like it again. When it came time for the fruity bean and beef hotpot jar she had in the cabinet, James would be in charge of trying to get Valerie to eat.
Never, ever again.
“See?” she said, nearly a full minute after trying to deal with the horrible aftertaste the baby food left in her mouth. “It was absolutely delicious. Now it’s your turn, Valerie.”
But all Valerie did when the spoon reached her mouth was shake her head and bang on her bowl some more. Sarah Jane sighed, truly defeated by a four month old this time. It was humiliating, but she didn’t care. After all, nothing could ever possibly be worse than having to sample baby food. She never ever wanted to do that again.
Poor James Bond had absolutely no idea what he was in for when he came home that evening to a jar of cauliflower cheese and a very innocent looking mother and daughter set. At the very least, making her husband share in her pain was as sweet as anything Sarah Jane had ever tasted.
[follow-up]
