I regularly make kombucha and tonight I had to clean out my big brewing jug. When I looked at this scoby, I thought it looked like a flat brain.
This is week… I’ve lost count… in my Year of Drinking Dangerously, as one friend calls it. I do know this week was supposed to be a beer I was looking forward to, but life got the better of me. I’ve been the mad scientist lately with brewing kombucha, growing a vinegar mother, working onContinue reading “Toast Tuesday: the infusion continues”
Well, since I haven’t done anything too outlandish since that time I danced on the tabletop, got kicked out of the library for talking too loud, and squeezed every package of charmin on the toilet paper aisle, I do not have a prison pruno story to tell. Today, anyway… No mother, I do not have any plansContinue reading “Toast Tuesday: Pruno”