I need to warn you that these images are a departure from the usual plants, cats, shoes, and blur that adorn my blog. Some might find them disturbing. I find them disturbing.
I wrote several months ago about how I was starting to make my own kombucha, how great it tasted, and the supposed health benefits. Well I did it for months, and it did taste great, until we had company come a day earlier than expected and I didn't get around to separating it and starting a new batch until long after they'd gone. It never tasted right again. I tried different teas, various methods to restore the fizz, but it was just yuck, like swallowing a combo of flat coke and sweat. So, after many wasted tea bags and much wasted time, I just kind of avoided it, and left it in a dark corner of the kitchen, quietly growing. When I did happen to glance at it I'd think, "Ew I need to get rid of that."
But I didn't, and as it grew layer after layer, I found my feelings changing from disgust... to interest (how big can this thing get?) ... to a strange reverence one might give a Frankenstienian creation that has outgrown the need for a creator. It was like the Bomb in Planet of the Apes, or the pig's head in Lord of the Flies.
read up on possible risks, (another reason I quit making it.) I may try again one day, but I really just need to drink more water, you know?