Dairy is one of the coolest, if not the coolest, food categories in the grocery store. How do I know? Because every time I walk down the dairy aisle, I see another food trying to get into its space.
When you read the word lactose, what do you think? Does the processor in you wonder what you'll do with so much of it? Does the marketer in you wish of ways to be free of it? Does the consumer in you feel a little bloated?
It seems like anything, your insightful comments, cat pictures, video of your coworker falling over, can be instantly shared, then spread from one smartphone, connected mind to the next, like a super-contagious flu. There rarely seems to be any rhyme or reason to their spread.
Change is increasingly beginning to seem like the only constant. There's the ever-rotating millennial tastes replacing those of the steadfast boomers. There's my always updating Apple's iOS, forcing me to upgrade from an iPhone 7 to an iPhone X.
To the yang of every superhero’s rise, there is the yin of an equally formidable foe. Batman and the Joker, Spiderman and the Green Goblin, and in the fermented dairy aisle, Greek yogurt and acid whey.
It is not hard to imagine a consumer reaching past a bloated yogurt package with a look of disgust. Now imagine him or her reaching past that yeast-spoiled cup for a pristine package of the adjacent yogurt brand, turning it over and then exclaiming, in equal disgust, "Sorbate, I’m not eating that!" The yogurt goes back on the shelf, and the consumer walks away from the cultured dairy aisle.