I never set out to become thrifty, I simply evolved over time, out of necessity, as a result of having no discretionary income.  Now that things appear to be coming together in such a way that we will have discretionary income, I am not sure I want to change. I have discovered the thrill of thrift. The fun of frugality. The… well you get the picture.

I recently thought of another use for my saved baby food jars: small food storage. (Many of these I am holding onto for a future baby shower. When my sister has her first, I plan on using these to make unique homemade candles for favors.) I had some sauce left over from making honey-dijon chicken for dinner tonight. Eric loved it so much, he requested that I save the leftover sauce to use in another dish. I couldn’t find a small enough piece of “tupperware,” and then I saw the empty, clean baby food jar sitting on the shelf. It was the perfect size, too. I crafted a label out of a post-it and stuck it in the fridge.

You’re probably wondering why a thrifty woman would buy her baby food to begin with. Well, I tried making my own and Micah wouldn’t eat it. It wasn’t until he would eat food with a little texture that he would eat my creations. I was never able to get the silky smooth texture of store-bought. Next time, I’ll probably just skip the baby food phase and BF the child until he or she is ready for finger food. After all, baby food is a modern invention – BF babies don’t need it.