Supermarkets are big places. They've got lots of aisles, full of products which most of us probably never buy. Non-alcoholic lager, pre-grated cheese, Baconnaise, the list goes on.
Certainly I'd never given much thought to breadsticks until I had a baby. But since they became one of G's favourite foods, I'm pretty much single-handedly keeping the breadstick industry going in the midst of the current economic crisis.
It started a few months ago when G was first eating solid food, and someone handed out some mini-breadsticks to all the children at a baby group. G, already having teeth, was easily able to hold the stick in her hand and chew the end off it. After she'd finished one, she wanted another. And so, on every shopping trip since, I've bought at least two packets of the things.
I usually give one to G before every proper meal, which I suppose makes the humble breadstick a form of baby antipasti. If I break it in half, she'll hold one in each hand and take alternating bites, before eventually shoving what's left of it into her gob.
I fully expect her to get bored one day, and start demanding some Balsamic vinegar and olive oil to dip her breadsticks into. Obviously if she starts asking for Baconnaise instead, I'll know I've failed as a father.
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