Posted by: Nicola | March 5, 2013

Cyber Food for Thought

This February I fasted from Facebook.  I’d had an inkling  that pictorially focused forms of social media can be challenging for minds (like mine) that are very emotionally sensitive to images and I wanted to see what would happen if I conscientiously abstained for a bit. I was also interested in exploring what creative shenanigans I might get up to without the boredom relieving distraction of face crack.

My primary issue with regards to image sensitivity is with the FB feed and the fact that the food (advertising, friend posts, pictures etc) FB chooses to feed me is out of my control.  A secondary issue, relating to the creativity that flows from boredom, is concerned with my own undisciplined lack of control when it comes to switching off the screen when I begin to become emotionally entrenched in something which is not occuring in my immediate world (i.e. cyber space).

I’m sensitive to images more than the printed word.  I’ve always found TV news distressing. With the exception of the human interest story in the wrapping up segment where the fox-terrier up the tree rescues a pelican with a broken wing I’ve found that watching the news can make me feel overwhelmed and preoccupied with events which are not occurring in my immediate world.  I’ve also always struggled with watching violence in movies or video games because I feel such strong emotional responses to what I see and can be haunted by the images for a long time after the event.

Now of course, FB isn’t all stress and violence.  It’s also advertising and promoting.  AND, of course, it’s also about the wonderful connections we have with other people in our lives (or who used to be in our lives).  A friend of mine said she understood what I meant about not liking the face book feed because of the racist hate stuff that popped up on hers around Australia Day which caused her to go on a deleting spree.  Her comment made me feel pretty grateful because I  haven’t had that problem. Most of the stuff that pops up on my feed is amusing like this cracker…

climbing pic

And when such posts appear they can make me think of lovely friends and I often have corresponding feelings of joy,  love and appreciation for the lightness such people bring to my world. And that feels great.

Then there are other things that pop up that make me reminisce and with reminiscemasing (def: nostalgic remembering; the kind you do around Christmas and when you think about friends and family who are not near you) I begin an emotional journey that I never intended to set out on when I first sat down and started typing in my password.

A university friend posts something about their job and I feel anxious, wondering about whether I’ve made ‘good’ life decisions, another posts pictures of a new baby and I being wondering about  babies, having babies, not having babies, feeling confused and annoyed, jealous and relieved all at once. Then I wonder about how long it’s been since I’ve seen my friend who is now a mother and feel sad at how connections can fade away so easily. A picture of grown up kids from my high school appears and I reflect on how I didn’t fit in then and how they all still seem so tight. Images of other peoples worlds, not mine.  Worlds that, in real life, I’m too busy to bother thinking about.

The lingering effects of viewing images which stir a strong emotional response in myself are what I wanted to explore the most.  Or more accurately avoid the most. I told someone recently that I found it harder to sleep when images from facebook flashed through my head and she at first understood this to mean I was on searching away on until the wee hours. Nope. I may have had the screen on for five minutes and turned off the computer at 5pm but if something has really riled up my brain up it may still be humming along late into night.

And then into my dreams.

I’ve noticed a correlation between things that popped up in Facebook world and people who popped up in my dreams. Now this is often fabulous. I love getting to hang out with friends from around the world in dream land.  Other dreams can feel more traumatic.  However it made me realise that FB may be making it harder to let go of aspects of my past.

I also knew I was wasting time which could be better spent exploring creative possibilities. The trouble with having all of my friends around the world hanging out inside my computer as well as having epic amounts of information stashed away in my phone is that I never have to get bored.

Ever.

And that feels dangerous.

In a world where there is the option of not doing nothing- where we can truly relax our minds with total boring nothingness- what becomes of daydreams?

Daydreams are the playrooms of creativity and boredom could very well be its mother.  Boredom may have an important function in allowing the magical potential stashed in the deep recesses of our brains to become more energized as it has space to stir and drive us towards actualisation.

So what I wanted to explore in fasting from FB was;

1) Are these feelings that arise when I see images related to a past I haven’t let go of?

2) If I reduce my exposure to fb will I be in a stronger position to let those old memories and less relevant ties that can unnecessarily bind go?

3) Will I engage in more creative activities and pursuits as a result of not spending time on FB.

I gave a week or so warning, pestered people to contact me via email, post, phone and skype (I don’t want to be out of the technology loop, I just want to interact in ways that feel meaningful and safe to me) and clicked on ‘deactivate’.

What I experienced over the month of February was;

*Having a designated break from FB was fun. I felt a lightness at being ‘disconnected’ from visual images and I was right in perceiving that it was interfering with the quality of sleep I was having. I felt that my enjoyment of ‘real-world’ experiences was heightened because I didn’t get lost in the past, present or future of other peoples worlds.

* I had more time for reading.

* I spent time having long beautiful phone conversations with great friends, received a beautiful letter in the post, spent time with quality friends, had dreams with people from my past.  I still felt connected.

*  The day I deactivated FB I picked up a guitar that’s been inside a case, up on top of a wardrobe in our house for the past two years and discovered it is perfect for me. Small and with metal strings (most beginners use nylon but my rock climber fingers are tough and it sounds so much better) it has a lovely sound and inspires my fingers to get strumming.

*The internet is AMAZING for learning guitar.I may have ditched one internet hobby for another- but at least this feels more fun. I love that with the internet I can think of songs I love (not boring beginners songs I was subjected to as a teenager), google them, google chords I don’t know, search for youtube lessons for chords in the too-hard-basket and generally have at her.

* Facebook is a seductive tool and while I’m strongly encouraging friends to email me rather than posting/messaging me things on FB, I will ‘miss out’  occasionally if I chose to avoid using it completely. I had to log on a couple of times to get addresses from friends who had written them into messages and I realise that it is a primary tool of communication for many people these days.

* I feel more empowered to make better choices about  how I use Facebook. Having a good break reminded me how much FB has crept up it’s intensity and influence upon my daily life.  Choosing how I interact with FB is part of making choices that contribute to feelings of well being and reduces stress in my life. Like eating good food and exercising, choosing what I feed my mind is important for my emotional health.

I intend to immensely reduce the amount of time I spent on FB (I used to check it almost daily, even if just for a few minutes) limiting it to almost never or just when I have to in order to contact someone.  This intention is because I’ve had the chance to see just how much other stuff, other thoughts, other emotions, other hobbies I can experience when I’m not using it.

Over all, despite having written 1500 words about the experience, it’s really not been much of a big deal.  If I use FB or not it’s just what I’m doing. It’s neither good nor bad.  In many ways Facebook has helped me to consider areas of my life and past which I would like to address and explore. Anxious memories, feelings of detachment, desires to belong, needs to be liked and accepted, sensations that I have wanted to run from- these are all sensations that I can learn from.

Reminders of the past, when addressed constructively, can be positive benchmarks of self development.   Which is why I will pop onto facebook, now and then, to check in on others and check in on myself.

Posted by: Nicola | September 18, 2012

Oil Pulling for Happy Teeth and Holistic Health

A month or so ago a Gorgeous UK based friend of mine sent me a brief email entitled ‘easy remedy’  with an attached link to a site www.oilpulling.com and a suggestion that I give it a try to see if it helps resolve my eczema issues.

Joyously, I’ve been experiencing some rather dramatic improvements in the itchy skin department of late, which I’ve attributed largely to my increase in consumption of pro-biotic cultures (milk and water kefirs) and essential fatty acids (occasional use of fish oil, flax and hemp seeds), but some lingering itchy moments (particularly when I’m in cat or dog homes) remind me it’s still not gone.  As this friend always has good intuitively timely suggestions I curiously clicked the link ….

Pennies started dropping all over the place.

“The most obvious result of oil pulling is improved dental health. Teeth become whiter, gums pinker and healthier looking, and breath fresher. That alone makes it worthwhile.”   – from http://www.oilpulling.com

Oral health is said to be a general indicator of our overall physical health and I’ve been reflecting recently than I should pay more attention to mine if I really want to get to the root cause of the food and environmental allergies I live with.  I’ve got several ancient Amalgam fillings and have noticed that my gums more often bleed around the teeth with those fillings than around others, which makes me wonder and contemplate having them removed.  However, I would like to have better oral health (and more money) before embarking on that venture….

So till then it’s proper cleaning and dental checkups. My set of ivories are very tight which makes cleaning them difficult and annoying. I’d been procrastinating about visiting a dentist for a ‘proper’ cleaning session despite being aware, due to my gums bleeding when I floss- an early indicator of gum disease, that it was well overdue.  Like many people, the dental visit equation of great expense plus physical pain plus a lecture to floss more and return more regularly equals an unenthusiastic desire to voluntarily go.  Still, I was getting close to making an appointment because of another awareness that the great expense part of that equation will grow incrementally along with the great problems part if oral health issues are not addressed sooner rather than later.  Having talked to a number of dental centres (and having felt disillusioned because all of them encourage using a fluoride treatment and the cheapest clean and check I could find was 135$), I was delighted when I read my friends message and learned that Oil Pulling- a traditional Ayurveda process- is said to work on the root cause of oral and general health issues and as it only involves a small dose of quality cold pressed sesame or sunflower oil it’s cheap and easy to do at home.

Healing? Harmless? Inexpensive? Easy? Let the experimenting begin!

Oil pulling simply involves putting 10ml or so of sesame or sunflower oil in your mouth and swishing, pulling, moving, mixing it around as you suck, swill and PULL it through and between your teeth, for 15 to 20mins.  Without swallowing the oil.  After 15-20min you then spit the thin, milky, oil/saliva mixture out, give your teeth a good scrub and wallah!

Well not quite wallah.  The site advocates that this is not a magic pill and that in some cases it can take months to see improvements.  Which sounded like sensible advice to me.

The site also recommends that you Oil Pull first thing in the morning on an empty stomach because the process stimulates the digestive and eliminatory systems and if you’ve eaten before hand you might feel queasy.  As the tummy gurus say digestion begins in the mouth I find this advice rather sensible as well.

I was a little intrepid at the thought of how the oil would taste swilling around in my mouth for such a long time and was surprised when I found it was rather pleasant. When my mouth got a little tired from all that new exercise, I just turned the swilling down a notch and found it wasn’t hard to get through to 20mins without much hassle.

So I’ve been pulling oil daily for a month now.  I’ve found that starting the morning in a quiet, contemplative, swillful way is rather pleasant and my lovely boyfriend say’s he enjoys the serenity as well.  Even while staying at different friends houses, I just explain what I’m about to do- then then get on with it. It’s only 20mins of my day and it makes for good mime sequences, some nice listening time and a few giggles to boot.   My Gorgeous friend said she found it more challenging because explaining to a three year old that Mum needs 15-20 mins of no talk time first thing is an interesting endeavor.  But give her another year or so and maybe they’ll be able to swoosh together!

Another upside of the morning Oil Pull is that my excuse of I’ve…justhadbreakfastandamrunningoutthedoorsoIdon’thavetimetocleanmyteeth isn’t relevant because they’ve already had a good morning scrub.

I’d read that Oil Pulling, despite being such a simple remedy, can have strong detoxifying effects on the whole body and can help cure many health issues (see here for the list),  but I was surprised (and inspired) to feel some detox indications very quickly.   A few hours after a single session I had a fierce flare up of eczema, something which had not occurred for a couple of months, which indicated to me that toxins were being stimulated and flushed out through my skin.  Since I’ve been Oil pulling daily I’ve noticed a number of detoxing symptoms arising (mild cold symptoms, congestion, a bit of a cough, shifts in sleep patterns) and going with relative ease.  At present I’m sleeping well and am not too troubled by hayfever which would normally be a big issue at this time of year.  A big plus is my teeth really ARE getting whiter and my gums are healthier with gum bleeding almost being non-existent after just a month of pulling. Woohoo!

An unexpected (well, I didn’t think about it before I began this Oil Pulling business) detox side effect is that I’m much less tolerant of alcohol, with one glass of wine resulting in speedy tipsyness (even for this lightweight) and two in stomach issues the next morning.  Fortunately I also don’t have much desire to drink booze at present, which could be  because my taste buds appear to be much more sensitive. Foods taste saltier and I’m finding myself wanting to eat simply, lots of salads and smoothies are inspiring… All this from just swilling some oil around my mouth once a day.

When I told my friend Rachael Pony about my oil pulling adventures she wasn’t at all surprised I was feeling such a big shift from such a simple activity.  She offered me some stories about friends of hers who experienced powerful health changes from Oil Pulling including one who healed a chronic thyroid problem after nine months of daily pulling and another who had big emotional releases.  Rachael said that she also felt a lot of benefits from Pulling Oil.  Having an inspiring friend add kudos to the experiment makes me even more curious about where this oil pulling adventure is going to lead.

Ultimately, wherever that is, I do feel that it’s good time for me to have a simple, cheap, peaceful daily ritual which can do no harm and may ultimately do a lot of good to experiment and play with.

I have a new blender!

La la la la laaaaaaa!

It can beat beets!

Raw beets! Raw beets!

I have a new blender!!

La la la la laaaaaa!

While the written word can’t do justice to this song (believe me the dance that goes with it is even better) I trust the exclamation marks draw sufficient attention to my unrestrained enthusiasm as I declare to the world that I love my new blender. And it can beat (raw) beets.

Sleek, sturdy, powerful with epic endurance- like a Mongolian steed post shampoo and thorough brushing.  Granted my Bio Chef blender is made in China rather than Mongolia, I like to remember that the Genghis genetic grip on the world means it is possible the two metaphorical horses which gallop along powering my blender could be of Mongolian descent.

That’s right folks a TWO HORSE POWERED MOTOR!  So much power in such a little machine!  Chuck in an Australian 10 year warranty (for the aforementioned motor, the other parts have a 7 year warranty), the fact it makes my home sound like a Harley Davidson revving out of control for the 90 secs that it takes to obliterate the cell walls of a beetroot and I’m one happy lady.

Have I lost you?

Are you growing in confusion at this enthusiastic babbling about power, noise, motors and Mongolians?

Forgive me, please, I’m under the influence of blender love- as well as a new discovery of the joy of being on the back of a motor bike and watching episodes of  ‘The Long way Round‘ the 2004 series which followed actor Ewan McGregor and his actor mate Charlie adventure across the globe on BMW motorbikes (in my living room they’re in Russia at the moment having completed their Mongolian mission- see it’s all making sense….)

For people who love blitzing up raw, living food into creative concoctions a powerful blender is a JOY to behold. Blenders such as Bio-chef, Vitamix and Omniblend have such people under their spell because they literally obliterate (two words that look lyrical when placed together) tough raw foods in a way that other blenders just can’t handle.  I know this because I’ve killed a few blenders in my time with overwork as I seek to create smooth creamy beverages out of whole plants.

Whole plant smoothies?

Again with the imaginary quizzically expressioned questions!

I just like to acknowledge that not everyone has friends who have introduced them to the joys of ”living” smoothies and raw food. Refer here and here for some inspiration if the thought intrigues or interests you.

According to raw food-ist enthusiasts (and power blender pushers) obliterating raw veggies also obliterates the walls of the cells of the plants (insert science babble evidence as found) which apparently makes it easier for your body to absorb the plant nutrients.  Sounds good to me.  What this says to me is that the blender is doing some of the hard work which my lazy deficient modern stomach would normally have to. How kind of it!

Regardless of your faith in cell obliteration a power blender WILL make the best creamiest pumpkin soup you have EVER tasted in your home. Guaranteed.

Granted, Powerful blenders are also something of a decadent delight.  At $550 Australian (on sale- they often retail for around 650$-700$), my Bio-chef blender is MUCH more expensive than most blenders (However it’s MUCH less than the other two top brands that sell for about $3oo-$500 more in Australia).  Still it’s many redeeming qualities mean I can justify it in my life because of all the things I can now make instead of having to buy (nut and oat milks, creamy raw dips, raw-cheese cakes) and because of the healthful improvements I can contribute to my diet (more smoothies, raw soups, interesting living sauces).  I use my blender on average about 3 times a day and because it’s got such a great motor and warranty I don’t have to worry about killing it off- which means about 10 regular blenders have been saved from a painful demise via work duress and won’t end up in a landfill.  Phew.  So it’s just about paid for itself really.

One of the first things I made with my new blender was a raw beetroot wasabi dip.  This dip would be more difficult to make without a two pony powered blender. You could probably finely grate the beetroot (time consuming but very meditative and you’d get lovely beety hands) and then add that to a regular blender with the other ingredients or you could cook the beets- which would sadly diminish the living cell qualities of the raw plant but would probably be delicious in it’s own right to eat none the less.

Beets are such beautiful veggies.  When I think of them I think of other beautiful things- which is always a wonderful experience.  Beet’s remind me of a dear friend who is truely beetutiful. Vibrant, alive, soulful rooted in her quest for a creative enlightened existence- Cat is probably the person who pushes the my conceptual boundaries of ‘possible’ the most in this world.  This woman taught me how to walk intuitively and sensibly down the Lake Malawi coastline on a solitary journey a few years ago and introduced me to the joyful writings of Tom Robbins- especially that of her favourite book, ‘Jitterbug Perfume’. A book all about soulful, rooted, creative journeys and a sideline passion for beets.
Here is what Mr Robbins has to say about this most interesting of vegetables….

“The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious.

Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.

The beet is the melancholy vegetable, the one most willing to suffer. You can’t squeeze blood out of a turnip…

The beet is the murderer returned to the scene of the crime. The beet is what happens when the cherry finishes with the carrot. The beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon, bearded, buried, all but fossilized; the dark green sails of the grounded moon-boat stitched with veins of primordial plasma; the kite string that once connected the moon to the Earth now a muddy whisker drilling desperately for rubies.

The beet was Rasputin’s favorite vegetable. You could see it in his eyes.”

So there you go.

As Tom emphases- the blood red juice of beets reminds us of our own blood. When I consider how beets grow, rooted down into the earth, drawing up nutrients while pulling down essences from the ether, sun and rain I’m reminded to root my feet down into the earth, still my heart and listen to my own blood flow.  When I’m out in the sun at any time I can stop, plant my feet, close my eyes and look up towards the sun and be true/beetroot to myself. When I do that I can enjoy seeing the blood flow behind my eyelids and I’m reminded of my own life’s river and (sometimes) of beets.

Beets are also said to be a great tonic for our blood, you can read more about that here if you’re curious.

To make a saucy, sensual, wasabi scented/spicy raw beetroot dip you just need the following:

Some beets, lemon juice, olive oil, wasabi, garlic and onion and salt and pepper.

I encourage you to play around with amounts you use- To begin with estimate how many beets you want to grate/obliterate/taste and then gradually add the other ingredients from there.

To make a large jam jar sized dip I scrub and quarter 4-6 smallish sized beetroots and pop them in the blender.
I also add about half a small red or yellow onion (as it’s raw, it’s going to be more potent in flavour and spice, just something to be aware of) followed by 2-3 cloves of garlic (I’m a garlic fan, moderate according to your tastes). The juice of one or two lemons goes in as well (two tablespoons to begin with if you like measurements), followed by a good splurge (beginning with a couple of tablespoons) of extra-virgin olive oil.  I then add about a couple of teaspoons of wasabi into the mix- again the amount you use is going to be up to your personal preferences but don’t be too scared because the beet and other liquids do mellow it out a lot.  A twist of pepper and a grind of salt- (or not, beets are said to be an excellent source of sodium in their own right). I then just hit the 90 sec button on my blender and watch the ponies go to town.

Taste. Check in to the flavours and the creaminess of the dip.  I usually add more olive oil if I think the texture is a little too liquidy and not as creamy as I would like and I often choose to add a bit more wasabi at this stage as well. Blitz a bit more. Then I transfer the dip into a jar if it’s going to spend some time in the fridge before it gets eaten or else it goes straight out onto a plate and I get dipping. This dip is AMAZING on sushi rolls, beautiful swirled a top cauliflower soup and gorgeous peeking through a salad or sandwich.

Kale is a veggie which is experiencing a renaissance in appreciation since it earned it’s place in the list of ‘super foods‘ which health awakening people dearly love.  I have a few friends who love kale so much they post links about it on their Facebook pages and it’s because of such friends enthusiastic postings that I’ve learned kale is reputed to be higher in iron (per calorie) than beef, to have more calcium per calorie than milk, that it’s anti inflammatory and contains omega fatty acids. Being high in ‘antioxidants’ is one of the requirements of superfoodom and kale has plenty of those.  It’s also fabulously high in fiber and who doesn’t love fibrous food?

A lot of people. In the white bread nation foods like Kale are definitely counter culture which probably accounts for why I have no memory of eating it as a kid. Given my mum’s propensity to microwave veggies this is probably for the best.  Sadly, too many people have been turned off kale after this great veggie has been boiled or nuked into a sulfurous, bitter or bland, brassica mess. If this is you, please push those bad experiences from your taste buds and read on.

While Kale looks great on the nutritional newspaper the joy in eating it is all in it’s preparation. I certainly count myself lucky to have been more recently introduced to the culinary delight of kale by those who know how to treat this special vegetable and assist in it’s transformation from a fibrous fiend into a truly delicious experience of wholesome green goodness.

A great kale teacher of mine is Rachael Pony. Rachael professes Kale to be her favorite veggie and she loves to share this love with others.  I really appreciate her creative method of preparing Kale because of its simplicity and the fun that come’s with playing with your food. Or in this case, massaging it.

You read that right- the trick to Rachael Pony’s Massaged Kale Salad is all in the fingers.

Here’s how I learned.  First I watched Miss Pony take a big bunch of kale and put it in a bowl.  She’d already taken out the thickest of stalks so it was mainly the leaves which were torn up a bit (but not chopped finely- although you could do what you like- creative rules are few and Rachael encourages experimentation).  Next she added a good sprinkling of salt and getting right in with her bare hands began intently massaging away at the greens. When she felt the kale was ready she added a sploosh of lemon juice and continued the massage, followed not long after by a splurge of olive oil- and a little more massaging.

”It’s important to think loving thoughts while giving a massage,  I like to imagine the kale is a lovers shoulders- that’s about the right amount of pressure to apply” Rachael explained.

Miss Pony massaged away for a minute or more until the kale had melted under her caresses and relaxed it’s fibers to sweet surrender. She let the kale rest peaceful in the bowl for a while, marinating into it’s juicy bliss, then topped it all off with a sprinkle of sesame seeds and some avocado slices.

To be honest when I first saw all this going on I was a lot more excited about the sesame seeds and avocado than I was about the kale. I’d tasted raw kale before and couldn’t imagine diving into a whole salad of the stuff.   However Rachy’s Massaged Raw Kale was….divine. Soft, sweet, tangy, alive hmmmmmm (convinced yet? I hope so).

Since then I’ve played with my own versions of Ponies magic Massaged Kale Salad.  I tend to lovingly just throw it all together and get massaging away without any order to the process.  I also like adding a bit of braggs (tamari or even soy would be the equivalent) in place of salt and enjoy adding teaspoon or so of honey to really bring out the sweetness of the Kale. A tablespoon or so of orange juice is also a nice variation as is a hint of mustard.  Sometimes I leave the stalks in too. Sometimes I massage just a single handful and add it to other salads or on top of soups.

I do like to remember Rachael’s words- and as I’m reminded of her every time I massage up my greens, it’s easy to send loving thoughts to the salad I’m making and the people it’s going to feed.

Posted by: Nicola | September 2, 2012

Tales of Power and a Person called Pony

My friend Rachael Pony is coming to visit today and I am very excited.

Rach is a decent dash of enigma combined with a hearty portion of kick-ass creative quirk.  An artist of photos, food, flora, fauna, and foal like fun at present she’s got a lot happening in her world with many hours of work, art projects and a masters degree underway. So I’m happily honored she’s reining back and riding on out of Sydney city for some rejuvenating Colo time.   Rach is smart like that.  What would be a crash and burn work load for someone like me (If I get 9 hours sleep a night I can cope with anything, but less than 8 and my ability to function happily and wholly decreases exponentially) Rach can handle with seeming-less grace and wisdom.  She reckons it’s Sagittarius- the centaur archer- energy galloping in her veins which allows her to ride fast through storms and catch pony naps while standing up.   I’ve noticed she has an abundance of self awareness and knows when to pull up and rest and that she generates peace in her world through mindful inquisitiveness, open eyes that have a 350 degree view of the world, and a good herd of global ponies to roam and carouse with.

Reflecting about ponies and horses makes me remember that while visiting Magic Meg’s in Canada last year I was delighted to find in a second hand book shop a set of animal medicine cards that I had wanted to have for quite a while.   Created by Jamies Sans, David Carson and drawn by Angela Werneke, the book and card set share North American First Nation wisdom about what certain animals can teach us. Ever since I first encountered them (during another story in Israel back in 2007) I’ve found the Animal Medicine cards to be a great sauce of inspiration and timely applicable wisdom.  When this set popped up in Canada it felt very fortuitous and I’ve been enjoying them regularly since then.

Today, anticipating Rachael Pony’s arrival I want to learn more about her name sake animal.

 

 

In the Native American medicine tradition, Horse represents power. Which makes sense. Today we honor the tradition of how horses have transformed our lives when we measure the capacity of engines in terms of “horse power”.  Horses gave ground dwelling humans flight and a greater ability to fight.  Through the horse-person relationship Humanities self concept of power was altered in immeasurable ways.  Genghis Khan’s domination of an incredible land mass on sturdy Mongolian horses is just one example of the vast contribution horses have made to change the human story.  I remember Rachel telling me that when she was young she looked rather like a Mongolian baby, which she wondered about until her mother explained it as being a likely result of the Genghis hordes genetic dissemination through Eastern Europe centuries ago.

The relationship between people and horses can be a sensitive, special one that demonstrates an interesting turn of power play.   Even today, in our technology delighted world, many people enjoy a strong bond with horses and the horse rider relationship can appear to be a mutual experience of reciprocated benefit despite people being puny in comparison to even your average pony. Perhaps this generosity of horse power began due to our being kindred spirits in many ways.  Horses are social ‘herd’ animals, just like people and domesticated horses can appear placid and peaceful with their human society dependency.  Handing over the reigns of power to people doesn’t appear to bother many horses as they live out their lives in peaceful, secure paddocks. No need to fear hunger (unless put on a necessary diet because of too much good-living obesity) and if they get sick their caring owners can call the vet (at great expense) and medicine may help their ailments.  These equines exist in sheltered stabled worlds, vastly different from their natural habitats and appear content. Just like many humans.

The equine human relationship can also be a fraught one as the abuse of power is manifested in domination.  While many horse wear bridles and bits, restraints and endure heavy loads, many people today are controlled by their ‘business’ ties (both literal and physical) while others carry back breaking loads without immediate hope for freedom.  Some horses resist being broken or turn ‘bad’ after experiences of abuse or mishandling. These horses may be considered too dangerous (or difficult) to be kept alive and end up at the pet food knacker yard.  An unfortunately familiar pattern occurs in the human story (although, depending on the country, the knacker yard may be more of a permanent holding pen).

There is another kind of horse-man-ship which has been popularized in modern terms by notions of ‘whispering’. Through close observation of horse behavior and intuitive listening, some people have a gift to deeply understand how to work peacefully and harmoniously with horses.  No restraints, no fear, no domination.  Through listening with all senses beyond words and desiring to truly understand an education in wild cooperation can occur.  This understanding leads to a relationship of freely given, mutual partnership in return for respect and care (if the horse is kept in an environment where it is dependent upon humans for food, shelter and water).  Such gifted horse whisperers are beginning to share their knowledge and talents with others and are in turn altering notions of freedom and cooperation for both horse and human alike.

Which is a lot of what Horse medicine represents. The book notes that  ”No abuse of power will ever lead to wisdom” and explains that the Horse card tells of power being given to those who are ”willing to carry responsibility in a balanced manner”.  For most of us it is this balance gait which is difficult to obtain.  However the some wisdom is offered, “True Power is wisdom found in remembering your total journey. Wisdom comes from remembering pathways you have walked in another persons moccasins. Compassion, caring, teaching, loving and sharing your gifts, talents, and abilities are the gateways to power.”

This brings me back to Rachael Pony and how excited I am for her to visit.  Rach is a full power pony woman with a lot of the qualities listed above. A great giver and a great listener she always has a lot to share.  She also enjoys being shared with- something which is very important for me to learn. While we gain power when we give, we also have to be careful with our personal power so there is enough stored if the moment necessitates we gallop away.  Balance may also be acceptance but an inner awareness that we are free to have a good heel/hoof kick up in our home paddock and a roll in the dust if that’s what we feel we need.

A wonderful thing that Miss Pony has shared with me is her deliciously delightful ”massaged” Kale salad. I’m going to share this with you right here.

Posted by: Nicola | August 20, 2012

Water Kefir

Last week another pro-biotic culture of joy arrived in my life.  Or rather my letterbox.  Snugly tucked inside a postcard sized, craftyly made polystyrene and cardboard box labeled ‘organic Japanese Tibicos’ was something which looked a bit weird but that I find pretty exciting.

Safely sealed in two little plastic bags were, suspended in a little cloudy water,  some beautiful clear, jelly-crystally, globby bits of joy.

Yippeee my Water Kefir is HERE!

The kefir grain sender, Margaret included some ‘how to” instructions on making delicious fizzy water kefir as well as cultivating more water kefir grains.  If treated properly, like milk kefir, these grains multiply naturally which means you can share them with your friends and then they grow and they can share them with their friends and then they grow-you get the idea. Truely a gift that keeps on giving.  Margaret’s instructions were pretty much the same as those from Dom’s kefir website but the amounts were modified to work best with the two tablespoons of grains which she had sent to me (most recipes call for using around 1/2 a cup of grains, but I have to wait for mine to grow a bit first).

So, following along with her instructions, first I popped the crystally bits of kefir grain in a large glass jar.   Then I dissolved a pinch of bicarb soda with a tablespoon of Bundaberg white sugar (apparently jaggery works well-Margaret also wrote that if you use white sugar then CSR or Bundaburg sugar makes a difference) and 1/4 teaspoon of molasses in two cups of water.  Non-clorinated water (remember these are living organisms).  That dissolved mixture was then poured into the jar with the grains in it.

Next I added a tablespoon of organic, no-sulphur added sultanas (any organic dried fruit which hasn’t been preserved with sulphur will do, figs are particularly recommended) and fussed around on the internet looking for more information because I didn’t have half an organic  lemon in the house (or even a whole one for that matter) which is what Margaret’s recipe called for.   I eventually found some info which said that while the lemon was useful in maintaining a correct PH level in the water  it wasn’t always essential.  So I stopped worrying about that and figured I’d get more lemons for my next brew.  I also didn’t have any egg shells or coral which were on the list- but these were also described on the net as not being essential for every brew so I wasn’t fussed by that.  It was interesting to learn that the calcium and magnesium present in both of those organic materials helps to fortify the Kefir so the grains grow faster and the resulting Kefir water can help our human bodies absorb those minerals as well.

Finally the jar with all this goodness was covered with a little piece of cloth mesh which Margaret had thoughtfully provided and the whole kit in caboodle was wrapped up in a tea towel and plonked it on the kitchen side table to brew and do it’s fermentation thing for around 48 hours (24 to a max of 72 is recommended).

Two days later….

I had a slightly sourish-yeastish-sweetish-brownish jar of water with bits of sultana floating in it.  And a few little bubbles here and there.  It was, as I expected, rather flat and I couldn’t really tell if the grains had multiplied- which probably means they hadn’t much at all.  But considering the poor critters had been in a box for three days so you can’t really blame them for needing a little time to recuperate before they crank into action.

I poured the kefir brew through a plastic mesh sieve, picked out the sultanas and returned the kefir grains back to the original glass jar.  This time, as well as the sugary water I added a piece of lemon (apparently it’s important it’s a ‘slice’ or more and not just the juice as the juice alone is too acidic) some fresh ginger (I’d read somewhere that it really gets the brew going) and some egg-shell that I boiled to sterilize.

The remaining fermented kefir brew, minus the grains, was poured into another glass jar and I added some fresh grated ginger and lemon before leaving it out for another 24 hours to ferment some more.  The resulting beverage reminded me a lot of the ginger beer that my mum used to make when I was little.  Except it wasn’t very fizzy, but the easy explanation to that is that I have to use an airtight jar or bottle in order to trap the carbonated jar.

Brew two (the one  with the lemon, ginger and eggshell was lovely. I added chopped strawberries and some passion fruit pulp to the second fermentation, as well as using an air tight jar, and the resulting beverage was, in my opinion, magic. Yum.  Especially if you enjoy tangy beverages like kombucha and apple cider vinegar.  “Wow! Intense!” is what Cam handsomely exclaimed, but he added that he liked it.

Now batch three is on the kitchen bench top having a second ferment with some mandarin pieces and extra ginger added and batch four of the original grains is on its first brew.  I’m curious to find out if the grains have started to multiply at a faster rate as I’m looking forward to brewing more and sharing them around.  I’m also enthusiastic to experiment with more fruity flavours and hopefully feel some inner health benefits to boot.

And so folks, let the fizzy, fruity, sugar-water fermentation fun begin…

Posted by: Nicola | August 13, 2012

Kefir smoothie combinations of joy

For months now I’ve been straining off Kefir and pouring it over morning porridge.   Topped with  a swirl of molasses or some agave syrup if I really need to sugar me timbers, this is a lovely tarty and sweet start to the morning.  I often make too much so that I can take a second breakfast to work with me, bearing in mind that I begin work at 7am and so am throughly ready for a second breakfast at 9.

Cam and I also substitute Kefir to use in recipes which call for milk or yogurt.  Think crepes, pancakes, scones, pies, cakes, sauces and smoothies.

Hmmmmm smoothies.

So easy to make and so yum to drink.  Recently, in a bid to get 15min’s more sleep, I’ve done away with porridge on work mornings and am right into the joy which is a great breakfast smoothie.  I like to use oat bran in my breakfast smoothies to get more fibre in my diet and to energy fuel up my day.  I have a joyfully powerful blender so can chuck in things like flaxseed and chia and they easily get ground up in the mix. If your blender is more blend than blitz, you might want to pre-grind or soak them up first.

When toying around with different flavours and combinations, I figure it’s all good to get a little Kefir creative crazy in the morning so long as there is fibre to fill me up and something sweet to make me love the world that little bit more.  I read somewhere about honey and kefir not being a great combination because of honey’s antibacterial qualities. This makes sense to me so I like to use agave and fruits to sweeten up the tangy-tastic Kefir.   Depending on how much Kefir I have, sometimes I add oatmilk, sometimes I add a little water.  It depends a bit on what’s in the smoothie already. Ultimately I don’t mind if the consistency is initially on the thin side because  I know the oats, bran and any seeds will expand with soaking.

I make my breakfast smoothie the night before I go to work which saves Cam from listening to a two-horse power blender motor at 6am and has the added benefit of allowing the Kefir some more counter time to ferment and get fabulous and fizzy as well as soaking grains and seeds.  I’ve found that if I make my smoothie in the evening, pour it in a jar which is covered with a tea towel and left out on the bench over night, in the morning I just add the jar lid, give it a good shake and put the jar in my bag.  Then come 9am after a couple of hours of racing around, I have a fabulous second breakfast smoothie with a lovely mild effervescent quality to it all ready to go- and this makes me very happy.

Here are my top eleven favourite breakfast smoothie combinations made using milk Kefir as the key ingredient.

* Kefir, a banana, 2 dates, 2 tablespoons of oat bran, 1 tablespoon of flaxseed, 1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon, dash of vanilla, hint of cardamom.

* Kefir, handful of blueberries/mixed berries, 2 tablespoons of oat bran, a spurge of agave syrup.

* Kefir, handful of raspberries,  some vegan protein powder (made with hemp, rice and pea protein), a dash of vanilla.

* Kefir, a banana, couple of dates, small handful of walnuts, 1/2 a teaspoon cinnamon, teaspoon of coconut oil

* Kefir, a mango, a couple of passionfruit, some coconut milk, (I haven’t tried it yet, but I think some pineapple would be magic in this combination).

* Kefir, a banana, a tablespoon of peanut butter, hint of cinnamon and vanilla and now and then a teaspoon or so of coconut oil.

* Kefir, the juice of half a lemon, 2 dates or a dash of agave syrup, 1/2 a teaspoon of cinnamon and some oat bran.

* Kefir, 1/2 a cup of oats, small handful of raisins, pinch of nutmeg, a bit of cinnamon, a teaspoon of molasses

* Kefir, 2 tablespoons of oat bran, 1 tablespoon of cacao powder, 2 teaspoons of agave syrup, one tablespoon of flaxseed/chia seed

* Kefir, a banana, 1/2 a cup of oats, small handful of dried cranberries, a small handful of soaked almonds

* Kefir, stewed rhubarb and depending on how sweet they are some dates as well as some oats or oat bran

Posted by: Nicola | August 12, 2012

New Kefir learnings for today

I love learning about my bacteria-yeasty Kefir friends.  Yesterday I had an inspiring conversation with a woman who is happy to swap some of my milk eating grains with her water Kefir ones.  Water Kefir grains are something which have intrigued me since I learnt about these living organisms which use just water and sugar to grow and create an effervescent pro-biotic drink which can be combined with fruits for a fresh, fizzy, fiesta for the taste buds.  Delicious sounding yes?

So I’ve been keeping my eyes and ears open, waiting for some Kefir water grains to pop up into my life. Last week, while looking for Kefir info online, I came across a post in a Kefir forum (there’s a forum for everyone and everything on the net isn’t there?) where someone said that they had water Kefir grains to share. I emailed the poster and they wrote back saying that while they didn’t have enough to share at the moment their friend does.

Yesterday I found myself chatting on the phone to Margaret.  She told me that while she already has both water and milk Kefir cultures growing, every now and then she likes to ”cross-breed” her grains with those from other people to help keep her colonies in great health.   Margaret asked me if I have any ‘flat’ sections of cultured grains and I said yep, some of the Kefir has grown together and were a little flattened out.  She asked me not to send those ones, as the flatness indicated that the grains hadn’t been given enough milk and were- I gasped a bit upon hearing the word- ‘starved’.  I immediately felt a pang of worry at the possibility I had been torturing my generous Kefir friends.  ”But my Kefir is so lovely!!’ I exclaimed. “It’s creamy and delicious…”  Margaret’s voice smiled down the phone saying that it was all a matter of personal taste. She explained that if you use less milk you get a creamy Kefir which many people prefer but the grains flatten out and hold together. ”Yes! exactly! That’s like mine!” I said.   Margaret said she prefers her Kefir more liquidy but that so long as the kefir my grains produced looked and tasted healthy and I enjoyed it, then I had nothing to worry about.

Margaret’s enthusiasm for Kefir flowed down the phone lines and I enjoyed that lovely, easy feeling of conversing with someone who is passionate about the same topic as myself.  In our brief conversation she talked about how much she appreciates and enjoys Kefir, how she found it a little odd to begin with, but how now she can’t imagine not having it in her life.

As Margaret lives south of the border she gave me her tips on how to post Kefir.  She recommended I pat down the grains I plan to send with a paper towel, double bag them in plastic ziplock bags, add some powered milk for them to eat in transit and pop a bit of bubble wrap around the package before posting it off. Easy peasy.  ”I’ll use Express post!” I said assuredly.  ”Oh, normal will do” she replied, as relaxed in style as the care free Kefir cultures we both love.

So this coming Wednesday I’m going to gift wrap up a portion of my beloved grains and post them off to a distant-ish land where they will meet and mingle with Margaret’s milk colony and more Kefir magic will be made.  And hopefully, all going well, some time this week I’ll get a package in the post and I too will be the care taker of both milk and water Kefir grains and sweet, fizzy, liquidy mischief-making will ensue! Watch this space…..

 

 

Posted by: Nicola | August 7, 2012

Caring for Kefir

First up, making and caring for Kefir is easy peasy.

In fact, the most difficult part in beginning a relationship with Kefir can simply be in obtaining the grains to get started with in the first place.  And even this isn’t at all hard.  If you don’t have a friend who has any to share, try asking around whole-foods stores, or looking for people on line who can either share or sell you some grains to get you started. I’ve seen Kefir grains for sale on Ebay and people like Dom also sell them.  You just pop in an order and they’ll come in the post. The beautiful thing about a culture like Kefir is that once you have it, so long as you look after it reasonably well, you will have it for life.

So that’s the sharing part, lets get to the caring…

Like I’ve already pointed out, Kefir cultures are low maintenance creatures.

To look after Kefir you need…

To use non-metal objects. There is some debate about this ‘rule’.  According to the Kefir Guru Dom, stainless steel is fine to use, but caution with other metals is needed.  You can read up on this subject here if you’re interested.

I use:

A large glass jar (one that can hold at least 1.5 litres is good)- to house the culture

A wooden spoon and plastic sieve- when straining the Kefir milk from the culture after fermentation time is up.

A tea towel to wrap up the Kefir so that critters don’t get into it and so light doesn’t degrade the grains. A rubber band keeps it secure around the top.

The process:

Each morning I pour of the Kefir- fermented milk and grains alike- through the plastic sieve and into a bowl.  I give the grains a bit of a squish with the back of the wooden spoon to encourage the creamy kefir to love through the sieve.  Apparently the grains like a bit of a massage so don’t hold back.

I then use the Kefir I want in smoothies, porridge, pancakes, baking etc and keep a little to pour back into the jar.  The grains are also returned to the jar and milk is added to just cover the grains.  Then I wrap up the jar in the tea towel, pop a rubber band over the top of the jar (the Kefir needs to be able to breath and so cloth is preferable to a firm lid) and plonk it back on the kitchen bench.

If I have more excess Kefir poured off than I need that day, I either keep the excess in the fridge or leave it (with the top covered with a tea towel so it can breath,  out on the bench for a day. Apparently doing that makes it even more nutritious and digestible. Yippee! Here’s the about how section from Dom’s site (but bear in mind you may want to experiment with the amounts of milk you use depending on the quality of Kefir you are getting).

And now and then, if the jar looks like it needs some lovin, I give it a clean before I pop the Kefir back in. I do this once a week, ish.

“Hang on…that sounds a bit of a hassle, all that pouring and sieving, every day…”

Relax!

Remember how I said Kefir was undemanding?

A couple of days neglect here or there doesn’t seem to have done my Kefir grains any harm at all.  Actually, now and then I like to leave them at least two days just hanging out in the milk because it seems to make the resulting Kefir a little more tangy and creamy.  Yum. I think the longest I’ve neglected it in the same milk is around 5 days (on a long drive down to Mt Arapiles to go climbing. All that jiggling around in the back of the car made the most lovely Kefir).  The only thing to beware of is that Kefir has a bit of a reputation for potentially causing constipation in some people if fermented with the grains for more than 48 hours. Apparently less than 24 and you have a substance that can have a laxative effect in some as well.  Kefir grains are alive and so they grow, change and adapt to the environment they are living in  (the milk environment which is being altered simultaneously into Kefir) and their medicinal properties alter as well. Fascinating stuff.  The length of time you ferment your Kefir should be experimented with and we need to listen to our bodies carefully to ensure that we are giving ourselves what is good for us. The same goes with the amount of Kefir that is consumed. There is plenty of info on the internet about using Kefir for medicinal uses with consumption rates ranging from a tablespoon to three cups a day.

After a few months of experimenting and reading up on Kefir care, I’m feeling a lot more confident about looking after mine.  For example when I know its going to be a while, I add more milk for it to hang out in. Here’s what Dom’s site has to say about storing Kefir.

‘But I’m going away on a long holiday whatamigonnadowithmykefir!!!?’

When my second lot of Kefir was cranking along nicely I worried about what I was going to do with it when I went away for a week or so.  Leaving it with a friend was sometimes an option, but when I ran out of sitters (living in the sticks has it’s disadvantages) I had to become more relaxed about letting my Kefir hangout by itself.  Fortunately things have been cool in the Colo as Kefir cultures grow at different rates depending on the temperature of the environment it is in and I’ve had no problems with a bit of neglectful parenting now and then.

I’ve also learned that unless I’m flying overseas and don’t want to smuggle my pet away, I don’t HAVE to take a break from it.  Kefir particularly seems to enjoy long car trips, no doubt harking back to its cultural heritage of being carried around in a leather sheep skin pouch or when it was traditionally hung up in doorways where it could be knocked and agitated by whoever entered the door, as beautiful, creamy Kefir is often the result.

I recently went away for 1 month and was fretting a bit about what to do with my Kefir friends before my departure, giving bits away, finding sitters, eventually my lovely practical boyfriend told me to toughen up, give it lots of milk and just put it in the fridge.  I did. And it’s as if we never left.  When we returned I gave it a quick rinse under the tap (lucky for us we have un-chlorinated water out our ways, if you aren’t so lucky you might like to rinse it with purified water as Kefir’s living cultures aren’t going to be happy with chemicals found in tap water, see this section of Dom’s site about rinsing grains) and tipped out the Kefir that had been created (as it smelt and tasted a little ‘strong’ for my liking and began again.

Re-reading Dom’s website recently, I came across a section which is about ‘resting’ Kefir grains and discovered that Cam’s intuition was spot on and we had done exactly what Dom would have recommend. Apparently you can leave it in the fridge for up to 3 months. You can also  dehydrate and freeze the Kefir grains. And then reactivate them later. Magic.

Too easy!

Any more questions? Ask Dom, he’s where I get my Kefir answers.

Actually that’s not entirely true.

Kefir culture teaches me that while its interesting to seek out lots of information from others, it can also hugely beneficial to trust my own intuition and to have a degree of sensory awareness and responsibility with my interaction with the Kefir organisms.  Sensory awareness means that I keep an eye on them, watching to see if they change over time.  I keep a tongue on them, tasting the grains from time to time.  I keep a nose on them…you get the idea.  Observing the growth of the culture, it’s taste, it’s smell, how the grains feel and how the Kefir liquid tastes is an important part of taking responsibility for what I put into my body.  This means that when I eat or drink Kefir, it is because it feels and tastes good and alive to consume. I am deeply appreciative of the benefits that come from eating these pro-biotic wonder gifts.  I hope that other people come to enjoy the sense of wonder that can come from enjoying a symbiotic relationship with different generous cultures like Kefir.

Posted by: Nicola | August 7, 2012

My Kefir Romance

Ode to Kefir (definition here)

“Oh! My dear Kefir!

I keep you near,

on my kitchen bench top

and you never stop

to give to me

a carbonated -lactose-’less’- creamy- beverage of pro-biotic goodness for free

well almost for free,

as I also give to thee,

juice from cows and a little TLC.

So it’s kind of a symbiotic relationship we’ve got going on….”

Cross cultural romances are oh so lovely and oh how I love my jar of blobby, opaque, squidgy, probiotic Kefir culture. There is something so pleasing about working with ‘food’ cultures because of the continual growth and giving which happens when simple care (and sometimes in spite of willful neglect) is practiced. That and they are just SO yum (and healthy- a favourite combination of mine).

Simple care, like all maturing relationships, can be a little give and take. I give my Kefir culture (grains) milk and they give me delicious, creamy, pro-biotic, gut-health, goodness after they’ve had a feed of the proteins, fats and sugars present in the milk. I keep the gloopy, slimy, mass of growing Kefir grains in a glass jar out of direct sunlight and they keep on growing and growing and growing and growing. I don’t use a metal spoon or sieve when touching the Kefir grains and they stay healthy and happy (well I like to imagine them being happy because I have a tendency to anthropomorphize things).

In many ways, keeping Kefir is like having a very undemanding pet.  About as active as a pet sea urchin but with no prickles, less tank cleaning and more digestive health benefits for it’s owner.  And unlike pet sea urchins, Kefir is reputed to have almost mythical healing properties for many ailments and is said to be more easily tolerated by the lactose intolerant (although proceed with caution if you fall into that category).

‘A Pro biotic gem cultured with a pro biotic jewel’- is how ‘Dom’s About Kefir in-site‘ romances the relationship between Kefir grains and the cultured, fermented, milky magic they create and I for one agree with him. Since Kefir came onto my radar some time last year I’ve increasingly become an enthusiastic ‘Kefir’ pusher amongst my friends and family- waxing lyrical about it’s many merits and offering my excess grains to whoever comes to visit.

‘Isn’t Kefir just another kind of yogurt?’ some ask,

‘Yes! but No!’ I say.

Sure it’s a bit like a liquidy yogurt drink- but really it’s not yogurt. While yogurt contains transient beneficial bacteria that keep the digestive system clean and provide food for the friendly bacteria that reside there, Kefir can actually colonize the intestinal tract with micro-organisms and protect our guts from disease causing bacteria. Yippeee!! Who isn’t a fan of improved intestinal health because of healthy gut bacterial colonies?

‘Is it REALLY easy to look after?’

‘Yes! but….

Granted, there were a few hiccups early on in my relationship with Kefir.  I’m not entirely sure when or where I first learned about Kefir but last year, as part of my exploration into how to get great gut health, I became inspired to hunt out some Kefir grains and make it myself.   I started to ask around and obtained a little batch from someone lovely at the local organics store.  A quick ‘how to’ chat with the gift-er, followed by a quick google for some Kefir making info and I was on my way.

The first online Kefir making information that popped up for me was ‘Dom’s Kefir website’. This Australian site is a quirky, jumble of stories, science, spiritual information and practical information of just about everything you need to know about the magic of Kefir and maybe a bit more.  I read Dom’s instructions, remembered what the lovely lady at the organics store said about how she made hers, and had a crack at making my own Kefir.

For some reason my first batch of Kefir didn’t work out great. I didn’t love the taste- or smell. It was all a bit too animal-ly and I seemed to have unpleasant sour milk coming out of my ears.  Given that moo milk isn’t my favourite beverage of choice for ethical and digestive reasons this process wasn’t bringing me joy.  I tried different fermentation times and different types of milk, adding cinnamon, putting it in the fridge….but it just didn’t taste good.  So when the time came to go away on a two month holiday I relegated those Kefir grains to the top of the compost pile and said adieu to my first Kefir romance.

Two months passed and I was well and truly over my affair with Kefir.

But taste buds are perhaps as fickle as the heart and life can change as quickly as the clouds….

So one minute my main love and I are driving up the coast, happily heading home from holidays in distant lands when we decide to drop in on some friends.  And the next minute I’m having a conversation about Kefir.  My friend wonders I’d been going over board with my milk to kefir ratios. She suggests I try what she does, this time covering the grains with enough milk to just submerge them (rather than the 7-1 ratio I had been working with) and to see what happens. She also conveniently has a portion of grains she can share with me right away.

It’s kismet.  I take the grains home, feed them just enough, no more, no less and the next morning, pour the creamy goodness over porridge…

BOOM! Right in the taste-love-buds.  Aliveness in my mouth! No unpleasant smell! Kefir as I knew it could be!

And so it began and so it continues.

The details of how I continue to look after my lovely Kefir grains can be found right here.

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