I thought there were only two kinds of Poppies. The narcotic one they make films in strange countries about, and the poppy of wartime remembrance, the red corn poppy, Papaver rhoeas, a common weed across Europe.
But there are more poppies than this. Apart from Nero’s wife (the one who liked the milk baths, I bet she never had to clean her own bathtub) there is another one – the Buxom Poppy.
The Buxom Poppy has a whole blog Horrifying Foodstuffs on the topic of, basically, nausea. It takes all types to make a world and if the poor dear girl wants to hoard recipes that would make you feel guilty just buying the ingredients much less serving them up to people, I’m sure it’s not my place to criticise.
She even wants to make her blog as horrible looking as she can, and to this end is talking about choosing a colour scheme of avocado green, harvest gold, and burnt pumpkin. Her mother should tell her those colours are in fact, not horrible, but very soothing and nostalgic. A slight hint of puce would add the crowning touch.
For those who want to know about the milk bath, just ask the ladies who made it a daily routine. Even though their milk of choice cane from an ass, a cow is just as good (and much cheaper then asses’ milk), and you can still Bathe like Cleo and Poppy