Completely unrelated to pregnancy or parenting of children, I’m now “raising” a jar of kombucha. I’ve been super annoying about it – wanting my wife to leave one of the kitchen lights on over the sink because it warms the area juuuuust enough, not wanting the jar to get jostled, peering in at it 6 times a day to see how much it is bubbling. I’m a little obsessed, and SO excited. I pay like $3.50 for a bottle of this stuff from the store, so I typically have one every few weeks or so. Soon? I’ll be drinking it daily! I can’t wait to start experimenting with flavors.
When we lived in Eugene, Oregon, I thought folks were nuts for trying to brew their own kombucha at home. Mind you, I’d just moved from Vail, where such granola crunchiness was not en vogue. Now? I’m thinking, why didn’t I start this sooner! Next up…sauerkraut. Yay, home fermenting!
And for fun, here’s a picture of my kid choosing her own eggs from the dozen my mom’s chickens just produced. Don’t we sound like hippies?!