Right now, I am sitting in my living room in a chair, with the small window-unit air conditioner aimed squarely at my back. The fact that my hair is blowing in my face as I am trying to type doesn’t phase me – at least the air blowing at me is cooler than the air in the rest of my apartment. So, when a friend came up to hang around in Portland for a visit this past Sunday which was just as hot, I knew that my usual routine of aimlessly wandering around the Old Port wouldn’t do.
So, while I may have spent an exorbitant amount of time learning about beer and beer styles, I admit that I never came across the word Kombucha until a few weeks ago. Or maybe I had seen it and just not thought it was relevant. But when I was at a local beer store, looking into their cooler at a row of glass bottles from Urban Farm Fermentory – one caught my eye that had lots of words I didn’t know on it.