smelly disasters notwithstanding, this blog continues to pursue the kombucha. which, you know, requires months of rotting, in the dark, so that The Mother may do her work creating our wonder beverage.
comes now the day of reckoning, when the jar is removed from the obscure yonder and our espresso detoxification ale of choice meets its maker.
um, wow. that’s soooooome Mother. the scummy top tier isn’t really the part you drink, but … this blog is still, ah, cajoling itself. or perhaps those caffeine come-downs after a dozen morning shots aren’t such a burden after all.