It's an interesting process that takes a lot of tweaking. In June, I got my SCOBY, or mushroom, or Mother of Vinegar, from a lady in the egg line at the Takoma Park Farmer's Market. The first few batches did not work, probably due to the fact that I damaged the growing cultures while trying to transport them between my parents' houses. Kombucha doesn't like car movement.
I tried brewing it in the kitchen, and some mold got in there. I learned online that mold spores from other food items can travel and latch onto the Kombucha, so the kitchen isn't the best place. When I brewed it downstairs in the shadows of the basement, I got the best results:
I know it looks gross, but this is a healthy culture. The thickness of it was what I was lacking beforehand - they were papery thin and see-through. I still believe that these tasted a little too sweet, but they were good in general. Now I'm brewing in Berkeley! More on that later.
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