Last spring, my original kombucha scoby died. Yes, the mother starter culture for my fermenting experiments. It was compromised, contaminated somehow, and grew mold. Out it goes. I have been scoby-less since that time.
A few weeks ago, I tried to grow my own from storebought kombucha using these and these instructions. Nothing happened. Nothing at all. I was still scoby-less. I wasn't planning on swapping anything at the food swap, but at the last minute I grabbed a jar of tomato jam and a jar of bread and butter pickles from our pantry, just in case someone had a scoby to swap. We used to see more of them at food swaps, but I don't think I have seen one up for grabs in months. Many many months. So the odds seemed low. I knew it was a stretch.
But then! An adorable mother/daughter team walked in holding the most glorious, absolutely disgusting-looking scoby. It was in a ziplock bag with kombucha, flopping around on top of a paper plate. I wanted it. So I stalked them until they swapped with me. Well, I hope I was more gentle and non-threatening than that, but either way they graciously swapped me their scoby for a jar of my tomato jam. That is the magic of food swaps, my friends!
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