I think about breast milk a lot right now...maybe because my life seems to revolve around it. Anyway, the other day I felt like making muffins but we were out of Andrew's milk...Dylan, however, has plenty of milk to spare. I can't donate it to a milk bank because I take Prozac and no one on the Facebook group Human Milk for Human Babies has taken me up on my offer for free milk.
So, I made the muffins with Dylan's milk and they tasted just fine. Andrew's a bit grossed out and won't eat them. I've started quite the conversation with my friends about it. By no means am I a trend setter when it comes to this. Just Google "cooking with breast milk" and you will find all kinds of entries. One friend's thoughtful response was as follows:
In all honesty, I think we instinctively gag at this for the same reason we gag at the thought of eating dog or horse meat: because it's outside the norm and we are squeamish about food that is outside the norm. Technically, it's no different than what you ate as a baby yourself (assuming you weren't formula raised). However, it does illicit an ick factor.
Another friend commented:
I personally thought it was kind of great.
And, Dylan's pediatrician made this comment:
Very resourceful, if disturbing to our 21st century minds.Have we completely sexualized the breast? How about looking at them as a wonderful way to feed and bond with your child? Don't get me wrong, there is definitely a sexual component but let's get over our squeamishness and start thinking a little outside of the box. Granted my box isn't always square...I'm off to try making butter for Dylan to go on those muffins!
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