I am eating spaghetti with someone, whose name will be omitted for their own sake, when they looked at the parmesan cheese sat on the table.
“Huh, this packaging says this cheese contains cow’s milk. That’s weird.”
“Why?” I ask, “Does it have to be goat’s milk to be authentic parmesan or something?”
“I don’t know,” they say, “I just think it’s odd that you’d put milk in cheese.”
“Just seems a bit weird. Milk. In cheese.”
“Well, you just don’t think of milk being something you’d put in cheese, do you?”
My incredulous stare makes them realise they have said something wrong, and they hastily try to change the subject.
“No wait,” I say, drawing them back. “You thought cheese wasn’t made using milk?”
“Look,” they say curtly, “I’d just never thought about it before.”
“But you knew it was a dairy product, right? What did you think that meant?”
“Just forget it.”
“Did you think cheese was a by-product of industry or something? Like marmite?”
“Look, leave me alone. I’m tired.”
5 weeks ago