"Quinoa"
"Turmeric"
"Phò", "Kefir", "Crepe", "Habakkuk"
The list goes on and on.
Now, read this and pronounce it for me.
'ThéBÜ'
Accents and Umlots and SCOBYs, Oh My!
So besides having a strange affinity for proper pronunciation - I have now developed an affinity for kombucha. And the irony is found in the affinity to now pronounce my kombucha properly. Minutes of entertainment.
Kombucha has found its way to our bellies over the last few weeks for health reasons. A need to align our digestive tracts. To get the gut flora friendly and feasting on favorable fermentations (oy-vey the alliteration!).
The road to fine flora is a narrow and lacto-aerobic-bubbly one. lined with the yogurts, kimche, saurkraut, miso, and apple cider vinegar cleanses. But so far it's been worth it.
Well - sort of worth it. Besides the dent these can put in the pocketbook. So now I want to make my own bubbly delight. My only fear is controlling the level of alcohol it produces. oh yeah. and the shudders of disgust every time I open the fridge to a jellyfish-like substance (ie Symbiotic Culture Of Bacteria and Yeast = SCOBY) hanging out next to my milk and eggs. Maybe I can make a refrigerated aquarium for it with coral, seahorses, a rock cave and plastic crab so people think I'm normal and have normal people things in my home. But in reality, its housing great potential. an imbiber's delight. a specimen awaiting it's introduction to sweet tea. be fruitful and multiply, oh little bacteria and yeast. It rests in it's simulated aquarium - in quiet anticipation of making me healthier and happier and detoxified.
Speaking of which...
The last time I had a fish in my care- a Beta to be specific- It committed suicide. Jumped to its death.
If I find a SCOBY on the floor when I get home, I'm scrapping the aquarium.
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