I’m inching toward table food with Olivia. The last two nights, I’ve been able to process what we’re having for dinner and share it with her. While the herbs and spices are new (and, I’ve decided, impossible to introduce one at a time), the only real “first” in recipe for pasta with sweet potatoes and leeks are the leeks. And the garlic. (And, okay, the pasta, but really, that’s just semolina–who’s allergic to that?) I did hold the Parmesan–you have to draw the line somewhere.
Despite her usual trepidation, she warmed to the dish.
Eventually.


