This morning I made coffee, but there was no milk in the fridge. There was no milk, there was no cream, there was no s'milk*, even. I had to have something.
My eyes fell on a tray of of little plastic bottles. Some were full. Some were full of freshly pumped breast milk.
My inner coffee addict cleared his throat and began to reason that breast milk is even better than cow's milk. It's all natural, after all: crème de la crème. Others in the Parliament of Brain vomited and rent their garments, conjuring scenes of cannibalism and bitty.
In the end, I grabbed one of the bottles and poured a small amount into my coffee. I admit I drank first with one eyebrow up, but my fears were ungrounded - it tasted delicious.
So there you have it. Baby formula makes a fine coffee cream substitute. To those who assumed I grabbed the breast milk bottle: you're sick. Sick!
* s'milk is what we call soy milk at our house - filthy stuff