Kombucha and Ginger Bug

I have been keeping up with brewing kombucha, but when I added fruit for second fermentation I pureed it. I used strawberries and blueberries. I also added some grated ginger. Look how fizzy it is when I strain it!

And opening a bottle:

My latest fermentation project is a ginger bug. It’s a way to make natural ginger soda. The bug starts off with a nub of grated ginger, the juice of half a lemon, a tablespoon of sugar and 2 cups of water. Then you feed the bug a tsp of ginger and a tsp of sugar daily until it bubbles with activity.

I really love this simple tool for grating ginger. I love simple technology in general. I normally wouldn’t buy a unitasker but I didn’t want to slice up my fingers on a microplane grater, and it’s not a gadget and it’s so small. The only other unitasker I have to have is a lemon squeezer because I HATE squeezing lemons.

After the bug is active, you create a wort which is a solution of sugar and more ginger, and add the bug and bottle. It’s supposed to create a volatile drink. I have tried this once before but didn’t get any carbonation. While the drink was good, it was like drinking ginger/lemon/sugar water. It’s not what I want. I’m going out of town next week so I hope the bug doesn’t die while I’m away!

Fitter Happier

Fitter, happier
More productive
Comfortable
Not drinking too much
Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
At ease
Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats
A patient, better driver
A safer car, baby smiling in back seat
Sleeping well, no bad dreams
No paranoia
Careful to all animals, never washing spiders down the plughole
Keep in contact with old friends, enjoy a drink now and then
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Favours for favours, fond but not in love
Charity standing orders on sundays, ring-road supermarket
No killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants
Car wash, also on Sundays
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Nothing so childish
At a better pace, slower and more calculated
No chance of escape
Now self-employed
Concerned, but powerless
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Less chance of illness
Tires that grip in the wet, shot of baby strapped in backseat
A good memory
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Still kisses with saliva
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Like a cat
Tied to a stick
That’s driven into
Frozen winter shit, the ability to laugh at weakness
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A pig in a cage on antibiotics
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