ISO: Baby Food Pouch Recipes?

For Christmas, my parents bought me one of those Infantino food pouch filler stations. I've been dying to get my hands on it. Now that Baby Boy has mastered the art of sucking food out of those super-convenient pouches, I'm ready to stop buying them and make them myself.

Fun fact about pouches: Tyler Florence is the chef behind the baby food brand, Sprout. And Mr. Florence just happens to be my favorite chef EVER. So naturally, that's basically the only brand of food pouches I buy for Baby Boy. Luckily, they go on sale a lot. Though honestly, I probably have only bought 6 total since Baby Boy started eating solids.

I just don't enjoy buying baby food. I have this weird need to make things myself. To know exactly what's in it. I guess I figure if I can't provide the milk he needs, at least I have control over this. It's a control-freak's dream.

Anyway, back to my story. I took the filler station out of the box, examined the contents, and started looking on the Internet for recipes. Guess what I can't find—squeeze pouch recipes. So I started pouring over my baby cookbooks, and I'm adapting recipes specifically for these pouches. I'll be posting them later today. So if you're interested in trying something new (or maybe just finding new ideas for purees), check back later!

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