Kombucha, Puppies, Avocados, & Snow


I think I might be coming a bit of a fanatic. I've got three batches going now and am about to start another. This was my first time separating a mother into pieces in order to start multiple batches (not by separating layers, but my sectioning, like a pizza), so I'm a little bit nervous that I've mucked it up somehow, but excited nonetheless.


There's a little ginger in with the Cameronian. 

If you want to start your own batches of Kombucha, there are lots of places you can get a starter scoby/mother from, and if you're in the Carrboro, Chapel Hill area, Fifth Season is just the place. If not, you can get a piece from a friend, or grow your own from the little tiny scobies you can find in store bought Kombuchas. Check THIS BLOG out for some awesome instructions on how to both grow a scoby and prepare your own Kombucha.

At some point, you'll have more scobies than you know how to do with, so why not make some candy!? I can't wait to try this recipe out from The Cultivated Life


If you ever find yourself in Asheville, Villagers, pictured above, is a great place to get all sorts of homesteading supplies, from books and magazines, to jars and canning supplies, to gardening, Natalie has got you covered.

Ana: What is this stuff on my paws, anyway?

Ana: What is this stuff on my paws, anyway?


Two nights ago I dreamed that I went to cut open two avocados I had just gotten at the store, but discovered that although the exterior seemed to be a solid form, kept in shape by the dense fruit inside, they were completely empty. The fruit had been completely scraped out. This reminds me of a poem I wrote for my manuscript Kentucky in 2012 about fertility, oyster meat being scraped away, and the cruelty of men.