After my various GI issues, the docs found nothing. So, I made some dietary changes. First, I started having only two cups of coffee a day instead of my usual pot. The other thing is I started drinking kefir. A dear friend told me of its health benefits, I read up on it and gave it a shot. You can get this brand in the hippie tree-hugging section at Kroger. It’s delicious and, actually, pretty filling.
After a bit of research, I discovered I could make my own. However, I wasn’t too keen on keeping a culture in my house and fermenting milk. But someone much braver than me gave it a shot and approved. So, I hopped on the internet where you can have the grains shipped right to your door. Simple process to make consists of putting the grains in milk and waiting. I leave mine out for 48 hours instead of 24 because it thickens it up. Then, in the morning, I add some kefir and frozen fruit to a blender for a nice breakfast smoothie.
I’m not sure at exactly what point I become a hippie. But it’s odd, though, keeping cultures in your house that you eat. It’s like a pet that you eat.
Anyway, now that I told you all that, I had this weird dream the first day I got my kefir. It grew into a blob, a rather large one. And started moving around. Next thing you know, it’s running around the house and it’s apparently intelligent. And it’s freaking the cats out because it chases them and tastes like milk. So, I tell it that it’s freaking people out. Then, the blob assumes the shape of a dog and starts acting like a dog. I had a pet with a wet, squishy bark who I occasionally used to flavor a drink.
Weird.