The Equuschick rang in the New Year making kefir cheese. This would sound more impressive had she not broken a plate, spilled kefir in the fridge, and stabbed herself with a thumbtack in what ought to have been a very simple “place cheesecloth in colander, place colander in bowl, pour kefir in colander and let sit overnight” process.
However, the result, though strong, is edible and tasty with crackers. The Equuschick was forced into attempting cheese because she and the Ladybug are the only folk in her family who will consume kefir. Shasta is opposed on principle because, he says, “He doesn’t want his gut colonized with strange lifeforms, thank-you.”
This has led to many interesting conversations.
“Why do you have to make cheese? Why can’t you just quit growing kefir?” “Because it is a new hobby. Everyone needs some hobbies. Why can’t you just eat my hobby?” This comment was followed by a strange look. The Equuschick took another tack. “Look, I don’t have any indoor pets anymore. Not so much as a goldfish. The kefir fills this empty time slot in my day.” “Why can’t you fill this empty time slot in your day with house-cleaning?” “You’re being very insensitive, dear. Kefir is more fun than house-cleaning. Besides, you need it. Your gut is SUPPOSED to be colonized with strange lifeforms.” “Well, mine isn’t anymore. The Pepsi killed all the strange lifeforms.” “Which is precisely why you, of all people, should be eating my hobby.”
A few days later, on the way to a Korean restaurant, Shasta says “I hope they have kimchi, I’ve missed kimchi.” “Could you explain to me why you will eat cabbage that has been buried underground for six months but you won’t touch kefir?”
He couldn’t. But we can’t all be rational all the time, can we then?
Happy New Year!