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An age-old food
In the opening scenes of the famous musical Fiddler on The Roof, our hero–Tevye–arranges his milk cart.
As the overture plays, drawing us into the scene and his inner musings on "Tradition!" he and his horse drive through the village serving his community with the milk from his cows and the cheeses he makes from that milk.
He is a farmer. A milkman. He is central to his community.
He dips his ladle into his milk can and pours the liquid into the waiting pitchers of the women. The activity of feeding his community is a small detail almost lost in the background of the plot–an illustration of a challenging time in 1905 Imperial Russia. It is lost in the background because of its normalcy.