Lazy kefir culture
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When I started playing with kefir,
I read all of the instructions on the internet that told me to strain
my kefir each day in a plastic sieve (no non-stainless-steel
metal). That allows you to decant the kefir from the grains very
effectively, and is definitely the best way to manage your kefir.
But...we don't have a
plastic sieve. And the primary hunk of kefir grain is so big, it's
quite simple to scoop out of a bowl of kefir. Sure, I might miss
some tiny off-shoots this way, but what has happened so far is that the
main grain puts out a smaller bud, like the one you can see in the photo
above, and I can either cut that off or just notice it's missing and go
scooping around for it when I want to expand my kefir colony. So
far, we've expanded once, and one of the grains is probably about ready
to split again.
While my non-seiving
method is the height of laziness, I can't help thinking that I'm
probably following the lead of the original kefir culturers. Do
you really think the nomadic shepherds in the Middle East who first
developed kefir had plastic sieves and time to let the liquid slowly
drain out of their fermented milk? I could be wrong, but I'll bet
they were scoopers too.
is all a long way of saying --- kefir culture certainly can be simple
if you let it be! Once a day, I put in about five minutes
decanting a jar of fermented milk, scooping out the, grains, refilling
the jar, and (the more time-consuming part) doctoring Mark's kefir so it
tastes like chocolate. I thought I had an iron stomach before we
started, but I've noticed my stomach is even stronger now, without even
the rare bouts of flatulence that sometimes came from eating peanut
As a side note, kefir
isn't terribly photogenic, so I've included a couple of photos from my
Friday walk in this post. So, don't spend too long trying to
figure out how a hawk and a cracked puddle relate to fermented
milk...but feel free to tell me in the comments if they do.