Olives. Or as my nearly 3yo daughter will call them, “aw-yups”.
Ooooooh olives–how I love you. How I wish I could grow and cure you on my own. How I long for you to be cheaper. But how I will tolerate all of that for the sake of my nearly 3yo eating some kind of solid food.
Good fats. GREAT snack foods. Tolerant of being toted in a diaper bag for a full day without spoiling (or at least they haven’t yet made us sick!). What is better?
Nothing, I think…