Processing

I rearranged the kitchen last week. I rescued the old Braun Combimax 650 food processor from the back of the bottom corner cupboard. I had an overwhelmingly clear memory when I plugged it in. I was standing in the kitchen at the house on Chapleau making baby food. Sweet potato. My gosh, you loved sweet potato. You would lunge at the spoon for sweet potato. It was so funny because until you, I don’t think I’d ever cooked a sweet potato. It was Gram’s idea. You ate so much sweet potato that your poops were orange nine times out of ten. I would buy four or five every few days, peel them, boil them until just tender so that the nutrients didn’t escape into the cooking water, and then puree a few chunks at a time. I had to ensure it was soft enough as I was always worried that you’d choke, (just one of my new-mom neurosis). I’d make enough for several meals. Batch cooking before there were Pinterest boards dedicated to the craft. Bags of little orange cubes in the freezer marked ‘Sweet Potato - March 1’.