hen I was pregnant with my first child, I remember thinking, . Visions of my perfect little angel devouring the organic vegetables I’d lovingly cook and plate for her danced in my head. “More turnips, please, Mommy,” she’d coo with perfect diction. “May I have another serving of kale? I love its earthy depth of flavor!” Certainly, this child would never pick up the bowl of nourishing, thoughtfully prepared
