Can someone please reassure me that spending what precious free time one has in the evening creating delicious baby purees for ungrateful offspring who will just regurgitate/pull face reminiscent of one smelling dog poo/smear in hair/splat with spoon on curtains even though METRES away from them is worth it?
Feel particularly aggrieved today as managed to defrost entire freezer worth of puree by accidentally leaving freezer door open over night. Plus defrosted lovingly made Annabel Karmel recipe for beef casserole only to find that it had turned into brown fibrous matter resembling coconut matting... Ah well, she wouldn't have eaten it anyway.