As you enter her dwelling, you notice a bearded man with long, swept back hair seated on a wooden bench and hunched over her dining room table. He is a eating from a large plate stuffed with breakfast food. In front of him rests a large pitcher of milk. “Don’t mind him, that’s just ‘Jason’,” she says with a smirk. You study her. Her face does not flush, but it is unusual in these parts for a single woman to bed with a strange man – especially to make no effort to conceal it.
The thick viscosity indicates appropriate fat levels. Then you smell the contents of the glass. This is where the trouble starts. Sourness!
Jenn leads you to her tasting room. Your keen nose immediately smells something that is – off. She dips a siphon into a large glass caldron of milk and drops a tasting sample into a milk glass. With a smile she hands you the glass. You swirl it and it shows fine color and consistency. The thick viscosity indicates appropriate fat levels. Then you smell the contents of the glass. This is where the trouble starts. Sourness!
A taste of the milk confirms this was fine quality milk. It still has traces of the nourishment that came from the cow’s udder. A part of you wants to drink, but the note of sourness spoils the experience.
“I believe I can taste sourness in your milk,” you say to Jenn with some hesitation.
“My milk is amazing!” she responds while looking over her should to check on Jason in the next room. “My milk will never go bad.”
“Are you sure this is as fresh as you have, because my palette is among the best in Sorrento and I taste some sourness,” you say.
“This is what I have to offer, and I say, again, that my milk is amazing,” she says. “Do you not listen?”
“What about your production from this morning?” you ask.
Atomic bombs have not been invented yet — atomic theory remains in its infancy. Nonetheless, what she says next is like an atomic bomb going off in your cerebral cortex.
“Jason is drinking it.”