SFista: You should do this!

DJ: Ok!

Man, juliana's going to have fun with you.

Well, they did have iceboxes back then....

Yes, but they were still much more focused on locally grown foodstuffs - particularly with eggs and dairy. Eggs were a home delivery like the milkman.

Chickens were actually quite expensive until the rise of the broiler-fryer industry in the '50s. Chicken was much more expensive than steak, which is why people were promised "a chicken in every pot" and why chicken was saved for Sunday dinner. Even in the country, chickens were mostly raised for eggs. You didn't have to raise chickens to have fresh eggs before refrigeration. In Nashville, for example, an egg man or the dairy delivered eggs every day or so, and the iceman brought ice. Eggs were closely rationed during World War II, which is why it spawned so many eggless cakes.

You know the annoying co-worker that I was glad had given notice? Well, she just told me she got into the program that I'm in at school for next year. Yay.

Ugh. That deserves a face palm if anything ever did.

Man, juliana's going to have fun with you.

Oh I'm a total trip pushover.

I'm full of lies and Ginger has facts.

Man, juliana's going to have fun with you.

Mine is an evil laugh....

Related to the chicken discussion - am I correct in thinking that it's legal to own up to 3 chickens in SF if you have a yard?

I have a several cookbooks from the 40s/50s and there are recipes for "City Chicken" where chunks of meat are cut in different sizes, skewered and rolled in crumbs to look like a chicken leg and then fried.

Hello! (((Sean and S))). So sorry that she has to deal with people who don't understand that BROTH is MEAT! Seriously.

And Steph, a pox on the Asshead President.

Everyone's hair looks wonderful, btw!

And... Night of the Lepus is one of my all time favorite movies. I'm not ashamed to admit it.

Super-whiney first-world mommy sniveling ahead:

Ah, fuck. I mean, not exactly fuck, but...fuck. Matilda's been hitting a growth spurt and has gone back up to nursing every 2 1/2 to 3 hours for the past couple of days; I'm having no trouble keeping up when I'm feeding her in person, but my mom just reported that she's wolfed down two separate 5 oz. feeds so far today and would probably have taken 6.

Which is fine for the actual nursing, but there's no way I can pump that much; I'm barely squeezing out 3 oz. per pumping session, and I just absolutely utterly can't do three 6-oz. sessions, or even one. I've never pumped more than 4 oz. at a time, and not even that much for almost two weeks.

Bleah. I'm fine with supplementing and/or weaning in theory, and the rational part of my brain knows that lots of babies don't even get five months of pure breast, but the irrational part feels shitty that my stupid breasts can't supply enough to make it to six.

Not even asking for hairpats or anything, really. Just venting and kicking the furniture and shaking shaky fists at my milk ducts.

but the irrational part feels shitty that my stupid breasts can't supply enough to make it to six.

If it makes you feel any better, I think that your breasts are great.

Well, sure, they're decorative, but I was getting very attached to them in their new incarnation. They had a lovely sort of late 19th century Arts and Crafts aesthetic -- visually pleasing and beautiful and functional. Now they're just some crazy-ass rococo froufrou.