Picture this. It’s the night before the kindy cake stall. 

You’re making brownies. Betty Crocker, White Wings, from scratch, the recipe doesn’t matter. What DOES matter is that you’re missing an ingredient. Milk to be precise.

You don’t need much but the recipe won’t work without it. There is no back up plan. You also do not own a cow or goat. What you do own is a pair of lactating breasts. Whatever happens next is up to you.

Do you:

a) ‘milk’ yourself for the required 1/2 cup?

b) Hop in the car and hope to God that the supermarket is still open?

c) Give up altogether and send your kid to school with a packet of Scotch Finger biscuits?

A mother in the US has faced a teensy bit of backlash after choosing option a) and indeed adding her own breast milk to a batch of bake sale brownies which she sent to school with her child.

She continued about her business until word got out that her particular tray of gooey chocolate deliciousness was made using a less than traditional ingredient and then all hell broke loose.

The mum in question took to Facebook (where else?) to share her bewilderment at the furore. “I didn’t have time to run to the store and I didn’t think it was a big deal,” she said in the post which was subsequently picked up by the Sanctimommy Facebook group and re-published to their audience of over 100 thousand people. You can probably imagine the responses.


I shall forever remember today as the day I stopped supporting bake sales.

Posted by Sanctimommy on Monday, July 17, 2017


It seems what the primary issue boils down to is not so much the breast milk itself but the lack of consent behind its inclusion in the recipe. Sure, bake yourself into a frenzy with all kinds of booby milk creations but perhaps it may be best to keep them for consumption at home. Or at least give some forewarning to the eager masses before they dig in.

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Naomi is 3/4 latte drinking, peanut butter obsessed former magazine girl who now does stuff with words for a living while juggling 2.5 kids, 2 cats, 1 rabbit, husband and an unhealthy obsession with slow cooking.

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