I needed one to reach down into the long-neck and pull out the
loogie someone hocked down in there. Actually, it’s a miniature scoby, much
tougher than a loogie, more like a quarter-sized piece of cadaver flesh.
Apparently, they’re quite good for you, but I’ll pass.
Reminds me a bit of when Carla and I spent our first year
together in a remote cabin, deep in Ohio woods. Our closest neighbor lived in a
Teepee with multiple children. She planned an afterbirth party to cook and eat…her
afterbirth… with invited dinner guests. I said: “Thanks anyway, but we’re busy
that night.” When she followed with the obvious: “But we don’t know when that
will be”. I had to reiterate; we WILL be busy that night!
As a very liberal foodie, I’ll try almost anything, but I do
balk at boiled afterbirth, and thick loogies in my kombucha.
Straining the drink into a glass isn’t the answer. I want to
drink my brew cold, straight from the bottle, but without the dead jellyfish that floats on top.
Enter the scoby hook.
If you think that you would like to eat them, I could save a
bunch in a Ziplock bag for you. I had a bag going but Carla thought they were bits
of rotted squid and threw them out.
If you’re interested, just let me know …
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