Juniper was neither here nor there with sweet potatoes. I don't know why. I thought they were delicious. In need of butter, brown sugar, and cinnamon (and, let's be honest, bourbon), but still delicious. She must be a California girl, because she was over the moon with the avocado puree. She couldn't get enough. She stretched forward in her highchair, reaching for the bowl with grubby, guac-smeared hands. Giggles of delight ensued. I guess she's a West Coast kid. Before you know it, she'll be putting pears and arugula on flatbread and calling it "pizza".
No more avocado?
Drunk on avocado deliciousness.