My uncle should be the spokesperson for Kombucha.
Not one of
those fake spokespeople that act as the face of a product they don't
even own. He is the real deal. Over the last few years, he has been on a
covert mission to convert family members to drink the magical elixer-- and actually enjoy it. While he is yet to lead us all to the mystical powers of
Kombucha consumption, he is well on his way.
Every time
the infamous fermented tea bottles were whipped out of the fridge, I
stared at the goopy sludge that swirls around on the bottom. What is he drinking?! How could he stomach that?
You see it was not just the bacteria on the bottom, it was more so the smell that made me decline a cool glass. It is... strong. An "acquired taste".
However, with each sip, I grew to *gasp* enjoy the drink.
I realize that drinking Kombucha is a lot like living life:
1. Sometimes the things that are best for us are, at first, hard to swallow, but the value is so great, we press on.
Kombucha
tastes like apple cider vinegar, carbonized, with a hint of something
foul. If you haven't tried it already, odds are your first try will be a
bit like: