This is my scoby:
It is gelatinous and turns sweet tea into kombucha. I read an article about kombucha and the author named their scoby Toby, so my scoby is Toby II.
I got a scoby from ebay, as well as these cool flip top bottles.
I tried the tazo chai concentrate tonight. It turned out well. And fizzy! Not super fizzy, but fizzy enough. I am happy with how this project is going.
Kombucha is not the only culture in the house. I’m using instructions from https://www.youbrewkombucha.com/.
Rose has a sourdough that often becomes fun pancake adventures. E.T. is baking bread. He has gone through, no lie, a hundred pounds of flour during this pandemic.
In addition to that, the yard is yielding strawberries. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to get one. Late one-night E.T. witnessed a baby possum gorging itself. I don’t mind sharing the bounty.
We also have an outdoor compost pile in addition to the worms. The bin was an old one from my mom that I drug back from Kansas. She wasn’t using it because it was broken. I fixed it with zip ties!
Another hippie thing I have is this rain barrel. It is very good at catching rain.
So the end of this story is: I’m a hippie. It’s going great. I have a lot of culture.