Fresh milk. What image does that phrase inspire? Sterile containers lined up side-by-side in a grocery cooler? A frosty glass set next to a plate of sweet stuff? How about thin, sweet, warm, dispensed from something soft and comfortable?
"It's just weird to think that there are people who rely on boobs to survive", Grace said to me the other day. It is a weird thought if you consider it like that. Elijah, of course, doesn't think it's weird. Andrew thinks it's fascinating, and wonders if he can do it too. Greg's guys at work think it's a little embarrassing (well, especially when they come striding over to see the baby and nearly lift the blanket to "watch him sleep") But really, tiny people all over the globe are relying on breasts to keep them alive. Hmmm.
To read up more on this amazing topic, check out the book that inspired this post, Fresh Milk: The Secret Life Of Breasts by Fiona Giles for unusual real-life accounts, surveys, and even recipes. (Yes, I said recipes. Are you afraid to eat at my house?) =)
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