Kefir Queen

Jean Green Bean's skills are many and various.  She may not have persuaded Princess Mary to be the Patron of the Taroona School's soccer team but she has turned me into a kefir queen.

Here's the stuff bubbling away nicely on the window sill (in lieu of hellebore in small glass vase) and possibly keeping an eye on the laundry in the caravan park.

In the morning  you drain off the juice while your teapot is steeping, the bread is toasting and the dishes are waiting to be done.

When the dishes are done you have this  bowl of apparent purity which is in fact heaving with probiotics (move over Dr Shirota).  After putting the curdy looking stuff in a clean jar, you add milk and put it back in the window for another 24 hours toil and trouble.  I drink the strained liquid straight from the bowl.  It tastes like sour yoghurt but has a lovely creamy texture like a smoothy.  I'm sure it must be doing me good.