My little jar of Kombucha has a thin bubbly layer! I would say this is a big development. I'm still scared to try it though. It might kill me. I kid, I kid. Fruit flies have taken to trying to bask in its glory buy bathing on the cheese cloth deliciousness.
On Saturday I am picking up another culture from a woman on the Westside. So I am going to try another one and have a couple brews going. Eventually, my blood will just be kombucha and I will turn into vinegar.
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