I’m happy to report that, to date, the Kombucha experiment has been a success. After sitting for 10 days, the mother batch did in fact create a new Scoby, named Scooby. Or, at least, it would be named Scooby if I had the mental and emotional disposition to give names to a culture of bacteria and yeast. For the sake of argument, let’s pretend that I am so disposed, and that its name is Scooby.
After separating Scooby from its mother, I followed the instructions and placed it into a sanitized jar with 2 cups of the Kombucha, thereby creating a new starter for a lucky friend. The original Scoby was also placed in a jar and will be the starter for the Verano’s next batch. Meanwhile, the Kombucha tea will spend the next 2 days sealed, at room temperature, in order to let it carbonate. Finally, it will be refrigerated and ready to pour. The anticipation around here is electric, or maybe that was a lightning strike. Suffice it to say, we eagerly await the first tasting of our tea, or to put it in my wife’s own words, “You taste it first, and if you don’t die, then I’ll try it.”
For those of you who have tuned in eagerly awaiting the tale of how Kathy may have accidentally stumbled upon the recipe for this life-giving elixir when she was a teenager, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that it is a fact that Kathy left glasses of tea in her room until a living substance formed on top. It’s also a fact that her mother, as mothers will do, would routinely scold her for not cleaning up after herself. Finally, it is also a fact that Kathy would then discard the potential life-saving brew unaware of how close she came to the mixture being known as Kathbucha.
The bad news? That’s the whole story. If you were expecting some intricate tale of irony and youthful exploration giving way to a heart-warming, coming-of-age, moral, you’re at the wrong blog. But I ask you, if you were me, what would you do to try to interest people in reading more about a process akin to watching paint dry?
My guess is that even if you’re feeling a little cheated by the Kathy story you’re probably still thinking, “I can’t wait to hear how this ends.” Check back in for the final installation of the Kombucha trilogy where we will answer the questions:
1. What does it taste like?
2. What is the best way to serve it?
3. Was it worth the effort?
4. How many more questions can he possibly have about a home-brewed tea?
5. What does he do when he’s not writing about home-brewed tea?
6. What’s up with all of the questions?
7. Does he really think I have time to waste reading these meaningless questions?
8. I can’t believe I’m still reading these questions, what’s happening to me?