Ongoing tales of Kombucha
(I had this as a previous post, but am reposting this with some new content)
I was excited to come home to see how my little Kombucha was doing. The baby scoby grew! And it only took about 2 weeks. So I took this baby scoby and and am starting my first batch. My Neighbour came over and we started talking about health and I showed him my Kombucha. He was like “WTF is that!!!” (pardon the french). “No seriously, are you going to drink that?”
The next day, I texted him for something else and the conversation came again to the Kombucha.
So shown above is the “starter” batch. With this batch, you go ahead and make your “first” batch. This means you would need to start the process again and fish out that nasty piece of *beeeeep*. And so I washed my hands, and closed my eyes, and grabbed the SCOBY while Husband was staring at me with a screwed up face. I felt like Sigourney Weaver on board the Nostradamus.
Now, I’ve read that there is alchohol in Kombucha because of the way it ferments (although I cannot be 100% sure on this) and being on tinidazole and all (you shouldn’t mix with alchohol because u will end up in the ER), I’ve decided NOT to drink this while on Pulse B. It is now almost 2 weeks and the baby SCOBY has has appeared.
Whenever someone comes over and I show them my little Kombucha, they think I’m literally NUTS. Like NUTS. Mental case. Husband loves to add his comments and tells them it’s another addition to my meth lab.
I finally tell Neighbour that I will buy him a store bought brand of Kombucha so that he knows how it tastes. He replied with this: