Weaning

I've been trying to wean myself off Ella's Kitchen. Erbie loves them so, I think it's more the control element than the contents that he particulary likes. Did I mention the heated debate between the Belle Mere and I the other day over a cupboard. Well, it required my laying out a shelf module in newspapers on the side and forgetting Erbie was clutching a spinach Ella's pouch. Everywhere, and I mean everywhere, all over him, all over the floor, highchair, radiator, clean neatly folded washing, window, white wall. I decided enough was enough and that perhaps he should be getting some more texture in his life other than toast and rice cakes, so the past 2 days I've offered him: cous cous with dried apricot and salmon in apple juice, which the poor blighter actually ate, and today, pasta stars with pepperonata, not so well recieved.