Farmer Markets, Kombucha and Other Growing Things

I believe there are stories to be drawn from everything-so long as you keep your eyes and ears open and dare to see and hear.
I initially incorporated the spice/herb turmeric in cooking, since I knew it was good for me. Later, I took it in a pill form. But, I do not like pills. Awhile back I visited an acupuncturist in New Mexico, who sold me a small $8. bottle of turmeric tincture. I have been taking this turmeric tincture in my morning glass of water. And have felt some relief from pain.
The research states that turmeric has been shown to inhibit chronic inflammation, so it may help gout suffers because it can reduce the activity of xanthine oxidase, the enzyme involved in the production of uric acid.”
Recently, we stopped at our local farmer market here in Boerne. And a woman, who is an herbalist, was selling a plethora of tinctures she makes, we purchased several.
This has piqued my interest to start making my own tinctures and researching which would be the best for me.
I know cherry juice has medicinal benefits for gout, so I made a cherry juice tincture. The second tincture I made was a stinging nettle tincture.
Recently while in California, visiting our daughters and grandsons, we took a stroll through a farmers market, a woman was selling fermented veggies; kimchi, carrots, beets and radishes. I picked up a flyer she had on her table where she offered classes on teaching you how to ferment veggies. I’ve always loved kimchi and sauerkraut. But, have difficulty with kombucha which is a variety of fermented, lightly effervescent sweetened black or green tea drinks that are commonly intended as functional beverages for their supposed health benefits. I know it is a hot trend and the rage now but, allow me share my experience with kombucha. Sometime about 1996 my in-laws came to visit Augie and I in San Simeon from El Paso, Texas. They brought us a gift of a huge jar filled half way with liquid, in what appeared to be a science project. It floats, it’s rubbery and a bit slippery, brown stringy bits hang from it, and it transforms sugary tea into something fizzy and sour. It’s weird. I was instructed that I had to feed it and care for it. It was like caring for a baby or pet. I just thought it was an old Mexican home remedy. Upon further research I find it originates in China or Japan about 2000 years ago.
Oh, by the way it also grows babies. Augie and I lovingly cared and drank the tea produced by this alien looking glob until…….we went on vacation. I panicked! Who will feed and care for my giant mushroom glob?
Honestly speaking, we were never big fans of it, I didn’t like the vinegary sweet flavor nor work involved, all we knew was that it was “very good for us.” According to my in-laws it helps with diabetes and arthritis.
It aids digestion and gut health. Because it’s naturally fermented with a living colony of bacteria and yeast, kombucha is a probiotic beverage. This has a myriad of benefits such as improved digestion, fighting candida (harmful yeast) overgrowth, mental clarity, and mood stability. Wikipedia
We had a friend care for “it” in our absence. Upon our return from our 3-week vacation I noticed a difference (it probably missed us) and I did not wish to care for “it” any longer. I called my mother-in-law, I gently explained we were always traveling and found it difficult to care for “it.” That I was going to try to find someone who would adopt “it,” but I never could find adoptive parents.
I was instructed it must be buried, I could not just toss it out. So there I go and perform a burial on a typical windy San Simeon day, in our condo flower bed. RIP.
A few years ago I saw were kombucha tea was being bottled and mass produced. I have never tasted it again. No, Thank you.
I have shared with you on more than occasion how my childhood was infused with herbs in cooking and for medicinal purposes. My Abuelita always added fresh yerba buena to her albondigas, which added another soft layer of “I wonder what that flavor is?” Although my family did not go to farmer markets, (they did not exist, yet) they grew their own vegetables and herbs.
We, now, become those Abuelitos, the elders; that next generation, and it becomes our duty and responsibility to carry on those stories, those experiences, the oral traditions and those recipes . . .
Abrazos

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I am perpetually creative, and my eyes “feel” art everywhere. Who am I, I am an open book. I believe that sharing “from the heart” with one another is what connects us, heals us, and inspires us! My love for my Lord, family, friends, cooking, crafting, gardening/nature, vintage, sewing and different cultures; these passions and too many more to list, have moved my hand to paper, thus, Abrazos y Besos. In addition to a nudge by my baby sister, Dudies. My last name is Hug which means Abrazo in Spanish, hence the name of my blog: “Abrazos y Besos” translating to “Hugs & Kisses.” I will focus on our personal life journey with Mi Corazon (Augie Hug) sprinkled with love, spice and fun. Please tune in. Philippians 4:13 New King James Version (NKJV) 13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

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