I haven't been blogging lately. There is a reason: namely, busy-ness.
The other reason is that I haven't been eating 100% raw. Part of me feels bad about this, as I am still very committed to eating raw. (I bought two recipe books today, Matthew Kenney's Everyday Raw and Ani Phyo's Ani's Raw Food Kitchen.)
In the past few weeks I've had days where cooked food completely kicked my ass--one in particular, I ate a ton of popcorn and ice cream and then wanted to vomit and die.
And I've had days that were pretty awesome--one in particular, I had toast and a roasted beet and goat cheese salad, among other raw things--and felt pretty good!
I keep going back to raw recipes, though, because I feel particularly drawn to the simplicity of eating that way, love the energy level I sustain, my digestion is so much better and easier, and can't get enough the awesome tastes of fresh fresh FRESH food. Processed stuff can't come close to comparing.
In all honesty I will not be eating 100% raw anytime soon. I do however, want to keep it between 80 and 99%. I will be honest on this blog about what I'm doing, how I'm eating, how I'm shopping, but am only sharing 100% raw recipes.
With that, I commence with a disgusting update about the state of my kombucha tea. You've been warned.
Let me begin by saying I kept very good care of the cleanliness of the original operation. I sterilized everything--the jar, the utensils, boiled the tea.
Unfortunately, I did not check the kombucha soon enough after wrapping the top with six layers of cheesecloth, sealed with a tight rubber band.
Fruit flies invaded.
Although there were only about four mature ones flying around in the jar when I discovered the sorry state of my culture on Monday or Tuesday--about 10 days after I started it--I noticed that tiny little fruit fly babies were hatching on the top of the mother culture, squiggling around the top and up the jar, and a handful of others had died with carcasses laying around. AWFUL.
Although I had the seal very tight, the flies must have found their way through the woven cheesecloth, even though I doubled it up several times. Other people have not had this issue with cheesecloth, says the internet-connected kombucha-makers.
I spent the next two days picking out fruit fly larvae here and there and cleaning up the mother. I also, of course, put a new piece of cloth overtop tightly. Now, about two days after, it appears everything is gone.
But I still don't know if my kombucha is safe... or if the mother culture should be tossed. Most websites tell me it should be tossed. Against my better judgment, I sampled the tea today, and it tasted pretty good. Yet it kind of made me want to hurl thinking about the creepy crawlies involved.
I should probably throw it away. Yet, I don't WANT to. My mother culture kind of seamlessly is integrated into the NEW culture, so I'd have to throw away the whole thing and find another one somewhere to brew a new batch. Yet, maybe I should...
Gagging yet? Great!
I'm going to do a follow-up post to talk about delicious ice cream.