Vomit on the Spoon

I recently enjoyed the privilege of watching a bestie feeding Gerber goobers to an adorable teensy person.  It brought back happy memories.  I haven't spooned Mashed Whatever into a miniature mouth in years.  (I still try sometimes.  Pixie gets mad.  Angel Doll, Lefty, and The Precious just look at me weird.)
Anyway, Hunneypunkin asked Bestie what, exactly, this baby food was made of.  It was some mixture of organic spinach and peaches, or salisbury steak and apricots, or something like that.  I don't know.  I just remember its appearance resembled caterpillar innards.
Bestie said we should have seen one of the baby foods she'd fed the teensy last week.  It had been another unique combo of odd foods, plus there were chia seeds in it.  She said it looked like vomit on the spoon.  That was such a poetic phrase, I had to blog it.  Vomit on the Spoon.  It rolls off the tongue, like Fiddler on the Roof, or Annie Get Your Gun.
Now don't give me crap about this.  I know it's a lame topic.  But hey, you're the one who chose to read an entry entitled Vomit on the Spoon.  At any rate, the little dude ate his goobers like the happy boy that he is and he's going to grow up tougher than Jeremy Renner, and the rest of us watched and tried to forget that at one time in our lives, we too were spoon fed stuff that was good for us but looked like vomit on the spoon.