Chubbs turns 9-months old today! Hurray for Chubbs! Every month that passes feels like a mini-milestone to me :) Fuzzy was looking at the earlier photos of Chubbs, and commented that baby is growing amazingly fast. He used to sleep on the highest rung in his crib, and now he is strong and tall enough to stand and chew on the rails. As an aside, Chubbs has joined all the other termites in the house in their feast on wood. Fuzzy noticed that Chubbs' crib rails were splintering and wondered why. It turns out, that our dear son has been gnawing on the wood while practising walking, and now the entire length of his bed is splintered :( I've never seen a cuter termite, though.
Chubbs tried egg yolk at lunch today. Since he doesn't like fish, this could be an alternate source of protein for him. After thoroughly boiling the egg, I mashed half the yolk into some brown rice cereal and milk. I fed him his usual banana and pea meal beforehand, because he tends to shut down everytime he tries something new. He took two mouthfuls of the egg yolk mixture and didn't want anymore, despite my best efforts telling him that eating it will make him grow up strong and tall :/ Will try again tomorrow.
Using Chubbs being a month older as an excuse to head out for dinner, we went to the nearby French bistro, Le Petit Cuisine. Fuzzy and I are fans of their duck confit and potato gratin. It's also the first time in more than a week that the three of us got to spend some time alone. I needed this break :)
Of course ordered two portions of duck confit, i.e. meat cooked in its own fat. This dish is usually done to near perfection; crispy skin with juicy flesh. However, it left much to be desired tonight. The skin was not crisp enough, and the potato gratin was too sloppy. Maybe it is because the French chef/ owner was not in the kitchen, but outside chatting to his customers. I don't know who took over the cooking, but he should put that spatula down this instant :(
On top of the duck, we had an over-dressed green salad, escargots in butter sauce served with a croissant, bread rolls with French butter, and a mushroom soup for Fuzzy.
Chubbs sat chewing on his toys in a bright red high chair and was entertained by the baby girl at the next table. The amusing thing was, he sat the same way he does in his high chair at home... with his left leg up.
We'll give this place another shot sometime soon because we like that it is close by and relatively few people know about it. Hopefully, the duck confit won't disappoint that time around.
