I feel as though I am falling down on my job of raising the proper Southern baby girl.  She is very excited about feeding herself and really doesn't want anything to do with that pile of baby food we have in the cabinet.  I've learned not to stock up on anything; it bites you.  The baby bites you too.  They don't tell you that when you are ooing and ahhing over little baby socks.  I find that the baby girl's favorite lunch is toast with spinach-artichoke hummus.  I had never even heard of hummus growing while growing up.  It was not on Grandma's table.  I find it to be exceptionally yummy but not exactly Southern.  I decided to counteract this by giving her butter beans...not lima beans.  I also had never heard of lima beans growing up.  If you didn't have butter beans on the table, you must be having black-eyed peas that night.  When we were feeling wild, it was crowder peas.  Good news is that the baby girl loves butter beans.  Bad news is that they knock the shine off the hardwood.