We have endless stories…
While we were barely getting used to egg production on the top of the mountain where we went with the dream of writing and translating articles, a mother and a father having a big heart, whose son was seriously ill, approached us saying, “Our son wants to eat stretchy cheese”. Just as we were trying to explain that we don’t know how to produce it, we simply set off with a stern but heart-warming command: “Please learn then”. This is also how the story of our milk actually started. By hook or by crook, we succeeded in making stretchycheese without using any colorants, flavorants, or preservatives, including those allowed by the standards of organic production. We could only be this happy if we saved the world. We have been guests smiling at your table, containing nothing except rock salt and the semolina yeast of our own production.
