I am sick. After making it through the entire Chicago winter (admittedly mild), I have finally caught a cold. I am going to take this opportunity to be grateful for just a moment now that it isn’t the flu.
Moment over.
Staying home is for the birds. I’m fussy, and bored, and lonely, and I can’t even do anything fun. What a waste of a day off of work, huh?
The upside is, I’m using this opportunity to drink my lovely kombucha brew for the first time. I had to let it ferment in the bottle for a couple of days before I refrigerated it, to get enough fizz again after my bottling process. I may have been too careless or aggressive in my funneling and it lost a lot (all?) of the carbonation. Regardless, I’m pretty sure it will still make me all better by the end of the day no matter how carbonated it is. Just kidding, it’s not a wonder drug. I realize… no need to chastise me publicly, people.
(like my glasses? i found them hiding in a box in the basement… no idea where they came from. sorta a giveaway to our organizational level around here)
It turned out perfectly tart with just a hint of sweetness, it’s even a pretty amber color (sometimes people say it looks like I’m drinking a urine sample, so this is better). It tastes slightly fruity, maybe like cider. My daughter thinks it tastes a like the sparkling grape juice she loves to drink from fancy glasses when we have a celebration. Highest praise.
Here’s to sparkly drinks that make me feel like I might live forever, even when I can’t muster enough psychological wherewithal to make it through a five-hour work day.
**hangs head in shame**
