I’m cracking up at the juxtaposition of “My Mommy’s Milk,” something that always made me smile when filling these bags with breast milk, and the brown liquid I filled them with today, quite obviously not breast milk.
I have several unused bags left over from my 22 months of pumping, and they’ve gone ignored for the most part, tucked away in a cabinet corner and nearly forgotten except for the times I’ve found myself low on storage containers and not thrilled with the idea of gallon-size storage bags.
Like today. Chicken stock fills them today, and I filled two recently with leftover smoothie I couldn’t bare to toss. Reduce, reuse, recycle, right?