A chewing specialist?

So, Hayden needs to see a chewing specialist. She'll be a year old next month, and she can still only eat Stage 2 baby food (lump free). She'll try anything, but if there's even a hint of texture she'll start to get "that look" (this is a look we've come to know well) and then seconds later the carrot chunks, chicken bits, cherrios, you name it, will be all over. Brian and I have gotten to the point where we just hold an extra towel under her chin to catch it all, and then we continue feeding her. The problem now is the fact that other people feed her, or she gets curious about other babies' food, and, frankly, we feel the need to keep up with the diaper-clad Jones who are all feeding their kiddos Baby Mum Mums with abandon.

I called the doctor, feeling pretty stupid about it to tell you the truth, but he told us to come in. Now they want her to see a chewing specialist. Honestly, what kind of a degree is that? "You see, I specialize in chewing, swallowing and other oral related functions". I know, it's all very important, especially as a marker for major problems, but I'm really not all that concerned. She won't go to college eating pureed sweet potatoes. Well, God, at least I hope she won't.