Archive for September 2009
So. I successfully (I think) brewed by first batch of kombucha. First, I grew the “mother”.
Then, I transferred it into ceramic pitcher of sweetened tea and store-bought kombucha (I need to get a big glass crock) and let it sit. I think it looks like a jellyfish.
I used apricot ginger black tea, because it was the only organic black tea I could get my hands on when I needed it. When it was ready to be bottled, I poured about an inch of apple juice into bottles first, before transferring the kombucha. Then I sealed them tightly and put them in a dark pantry for two days, after which I put them in the fridge and have been drinking kombucha every day since!
My kombucha is much sweeter, and with a significantly less strong taste, than store-bought. It was fizzy, though not as much as I would have liked. I did notice that the serving bottled in an old kombucha bottle was the most fizzy, presumably because it had the tightest fitting lid.
All in all I’m pleased with the results. I’m hoping a daily dose will help ward off the flu and any other illnesses we have been passing around at school. My next batch, currently bottled and sitting in the pantry, was made with plain organic black tea and a 1/4 cup less sugar and flavored with grape juice.
While my explanations were vague here, I followed these instructions and with very good results.
Last weekend many family members on my mom’s side gathered for the wedding of one of my cousins. While sitting at the reception I asked Scott for the lip gloss he put in his pocket for me since I wasn’t carrying a purse. They immediately bonded in their mutual purpose.
Yes, it is Mary Kay. Because we are good and proper southern ladies. And my aunt sells it.
Goals for the semester:
1. Don’t get swine flu.
2. Drink kombucha instead of diet Coke.
3. Dress like a grownup.
4. Don’t be cranky with students on no-lunch-break days.
5. Leave school by 6 pm.
6. Invite officemates over for dinner.
7. Finish lessons plans before leaving on Friday.
8. Bring stellar lunches for Lunch Bunch (more on LB later!).
9. Only eat a moderate amount of chocolate from the “teachers aide” drawer.
Today, instead of knitting, I spent my early morning time researching how to make kombucha. Like many snazzy things, I first learned about kombucha from my mom. Initially, I was looking for places that sell kombucha mushrooms, or mothers, that serve as starters and got discouraged because they were a bit pricey! This site, however, saved the day and I now have my very own kombucha mother growing in a mason jar on my kitchen counter. I think it will be ready after the long weekend. Scott brews beer, as I’ve mentioned before, and this experiment may very well be the closest to solidarity we every come in that particular endeavor.
Like most new food experiments, I am hopeful that this will, of course, cure all of our ailments and lengthen our life span. Truly, I am always so tired during the school it’s sometimes a challenge to keep up with everything else after I’ve used up all my energy at my job; I am hoping this will maybe help a bit with that, as well as help me not get sick every quarter of the school year due to germs my students so lovingly and willingly share.
Has anyone had any experiences with kombucha? I think I’m going to use this recipe for the first go ’round.
School got off to a surprisingly smooth start. (Weird.) So work is going pretty well and I’m having a relatively good time teaching Latin to all 67 of my little darlings. (Some are more little and darling than others.) In an effort to give myself a better balance of home and work this year, I’ve started getting up about 5 a.m. most mornings to knit and maybe write a bit before getting ready to leave. It’s probably made me a little more tired, but it’s just blending in with the regular back-to-school fatigue and barely noticeable. (Yes, I am a morning person.)
What is noticeable is how much calmer I feel walking out the door each morning. I haven’t driven to work crying once. (This is actually an accomplishment, embarrassingly enough.) I do feel a bit wistful when I leave because I’ve usually gotten into a good homey/crafty/creative mood by the time I need to get dressed and head out, but still—no crying.
Tonight I hadn’t had my fill of domestic goodness, so the evening’s agenda included homemade pita bread, coconut pecan brownies, and felting a potholder. Does someone want to hire a knitter/baker/homebody? I think I’m getting pretty good at this.