The rural products
I remember how I, a city child, first came into a real village home only as an adult. In the refrigerator, I found something in the bank that resembled a slice. That is, it was possible to turn the open bowl and it, frozen, did not fall anywhere. I almost wanted to burn an egg on it, as the housewife told me it was their home cream.
So it’s funny to read about "liquid kefir"