Oversupply of China diary industry has reached an extent where farmers are said to be pouring
milk down the drain and slaughtering cattle.
I admit I've totally cried while pouring spoiled
milk down the drain more than once.
Slowly but surely, day after day of this, and dumping
milk down the drain, she finally one day sucked a little.
«If the mom is pouring fat - free
milk down the drain [because her child doesn't like it], she may move on to juice,» which delivers far fewer nutrients per calorie than milk does.
Not exact matches
just before serving,
drain the liquid from the chilled coconut
milk (easily done by opening the can upside
down), whip the solids until you have your desired consistency
I grew up in Key West and my brother would climb the slanted coconut trees, twist
down their «nuts» and after we had tapped the holes with a nail and hammer to
drain coconut
milk our Mom would make the most amazing Coconut Milk Layer C
milk our Mom would make the most amazing Coconut
Milk Layer C
Milk Layer Cake.
It is also important to try to make sure that your breast is as
drained as possible (look for your
milk streams to slow
down or stop flowing when you are pumping to know it is getting
drained) because the body will replenish what is
drained.
They put me on morphine for the extreme pain, and so for five days in the hospital, I pumped furiously (for fear of losing my precious
milk supply) and had to dump every ounce
down the
drain.
It was a little sad though watching all my precious
milk drip
down the
drain!!!
It's a waste to pour
milk you pumped
down the
drain, so go ahead and freeze it!
I'd love to be able to wave a magic wand so no mom has to experience the agony of seeing her
milk spilled on the counter but since we can't do that, we'll give you some tips and guidelines for avoiding other unnecessary causes to pouring liquid gold
down the
drain.
Since the dairy industry is concerned only about the sale of
milk to the government, they don't care if it gets consumed or poured
down the
drain.
With a breastfeeding mom, following a
milk ejection (let -
down reflex), a fully sufficient amount of breast
milk is available in the area just under the areola, which
drains out through the nipple.
I had
milk at first after her birth, but then it shut
down (likely because my ducts were not all attached, so I had engorged areas that could not
drain, which sent a message to my body to stop producing
milk, since it wasn't being used).
Many new moms do not realize that when their breasts reach their maximum fullness then breast
milk production naturally begins to slow
down, so expressing breast
milk or nursing your little one to effectively
drain your breasts is key to continuing
milk production.
Of having the experience last for weeks with every drop of
milk that went
down the
drain.
It is easier to thaw a second container of
milk than to watch your valuable
milk be poured
down the
drain.
If the
milk does not let -
down, then the breast will not be adequately
drained, more
milk will not be made, and thus the concern for supply.
I decided to donate my breast
milk because I was producing so much more then what my baby was consuming and I couldn't bare the thought of dumping it
down the
drain.
She likely used her pump to get all the
milk out of her breasts that was contaminated with alcohol and she would have poured it straight
down the
drain.
It's a very strange process to dry up your
milk and see it literally pouring
down the
drain in the shower.
As I pumped round the clock, it pained me to just pour this
milk down the sink
drain.
If you want to be extra cautious, you can pump some
milk during this period to avoid a waning
milk supply and then dump it
down the
drain.
While he rocked her to sleep that evening, I wailed, threw pillows, and showered fully clothed, hot water, salty tears, and breast
milk streaming
down the
drain.
You know almond
milk is generally safe for cats to eat, so instead of dumping the excess
down the
drain, you decide to give it to your kitty instead.
This
milk has been poured into fields, manure lagoons, and animal feed, or
down the
drain at processing plants.
Oh, and my brain retains snapshots from infants school — learning to sing «Frere Jacques», poking around in
drains for coins to buy 6 - cent packets of Chickadees from the canteen, being mortified about not pronouncing «choir» correctly during a reading test with the principal (couldn't understand why it wasn't choy - er), sitting on painted circles drinking warm
milk out of glass bottles for morning tea, hiding my bananas behind the sink in the classroom because someone called me a monkey, sliding
down a pole and injuring myself in an intimate area with a sharp bolt, blood on my undies, terror about the damage I might have caused
down there, never telling a soul until now...