It may depend on the region, but I’ve seen people of South Asian descent buying multiple gallons of whole milk. They use it to make paneer cheese, and I do know that a lot of lactose is usually removed in the cheese-making process.
It’s like a cross between cottage cheese and tofu.
p.s. Various egg substitutes have been on the market for many years. They’re usually used in baked products to improve the texture.
It’s just a fresh cheese, similar to many in other cultures. I see the comparison to tofu in its use and texture. I might compare it to farmer’s cheese or queso fresco. Hungary has something similar in turó. Poland has twaróg. Germany has quark. They differ a bit in their texture – some are firm, some are soft and spreadable, some are curdled through acidulation; others rennet, but they’re all the same general concept: unaged/fresh cheese. Recipe for homemade ricotta are also in this same category (real ricotta is supposed to be made just from the leftover whey from the cheesemaking process of making another cheese.)
Ever since i started typing with Google keyboard on my phone i have been haphazard at capitalization. Basically, if Google automatically capitalizes it, it gets the capital. And otherwise it usually doesn’t. First word, Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jew, Massachusetts, hmm, Google thinks those should all be capitalized.
As I said above, dairy is consumed throughout South Asia, regardless of any prevalance of lactose intolerance. Adults might not drink straight milk, but they definitely drink it it in tea, and in the forms of yogurt, butter, cheese, sweets, etc. Dairy is a big deal for South Asians of any community.
I once boarded along with some other American visitors with a (Hindu Brahmana) family in Jaipur. The main kitchen was no-egg vegetarian but the boarders were allowed to cook eggs in the basement kitchenette (meat was strictly verboten, though).
Sometimes when the host family wife and daughter were away, the husband would come downstairs and make an egg dish for himself in the kitchenette. Not a big shameful secret sort of thing, but just an occasional indulged transgression. Kind of like how some kosher-keeping Jews I know allow themselves an occasional “hall pass” for bacon or seafood sushi.