…and, as noted yesterday, it’s creme brulee. (Except when it’s been in the fridge over a day, at which point, NOT GOOD.  Maybe I have that thing where it breaks down extra fast?)

In a brilliant comment on yesterday’s post, Manapan said:

I know this wasn’t the point of your post, but I was wondering if other people’s breastmilk tasted different than mine did. I just couldn’t think of a polite way to ask.

 

Lucky I’ve never been overly troubled by finding polite ways to ask things.  Don’t we owe it to the sisterhood to record our observations? Maybe it would all taste alike to a third party, but Honoring Our Own Knowledge of Our Own Bodies captures a certain Mary Poppins’s Medcine quality, no?

So, my lactating and formerly lactating friends, spill it:  What does/did yours taste like?  I regret to say that I never tasted mine on the post-broccoli days, when the Bean would scream at the boob, presumably because he hated the flavor; did any of you notice changes like that?

So far we’ve got my creme brulee, AnOff‘s “melted vanilla ice cream,” and as for Manapan:

Mine tasted exactly like the milk left over in your bowl after you have a bowl of Fruity Pebbles.

 

Come on, now, don’t be shy: it’s for Science.