March 24, 2011

Breast Milk Muffins

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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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I wish that someone would have feed me breastmilk muffins...i'm a young women...but i know it would be hard for girls to have breastmilk, its only the babies and husbands that are lucky enough! Not us girls! :(

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