“Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in” is something I would say at the risk of alienating the younger readership of this blog, but given that most of us are old here, it should be fine. I have been busy working on Russian Neo-Nazis, so I almost forgot that back in the simpler times I was also interested in how identities are eaten. Thankfully, a Russian outlet Agentstvo reminded me of that in their recent material about kefir. For those who are not Trader Joe’s or Eastern European Deli aficionados, kefir is a fermented milk drink from the Caucasus region with lactic bacteria...
