Hey, whatever works.
There was more barbecue than we needed for our buns, so I went back to the kitchen for a bit more which I just dumped on my plate. Julie was in her high chair next to the table, so I stuck a fork into the glob of barbecue and pulled out some of the well-boiled meat and gave it to her.
By the third fork full, she was smiling, bouncing in her seat, and agitating for more. So we gave it to her.
Num, num, num. :)