We were in Mississauga when I was first introduced to kombucha. My sister asked me to stop at a Whole Foods so she could run in and get one. I got one, too, because I like being like her. It tasted awful.
Today, we went to Costco to stock up before the school year starts. I made sure to replenish my supply of kombucha. I keep it on hand nowadays, having one almost daily.
When we were checking out, the cashier asked us what we liked about kombucha. He just assumed we enjoyed it because we were by 14 bottles of it. Hannah quickly pointed out that I am the one who likes it, not her. I told him that I enjoy the bubbles and the slightly bitter taste of it. Beyond that, I’m not really sure what’s to like, or not like, about it. I just enjoy it.
Hannah couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face. She was smug as we were waiting in line to have our receipt checked, as we were walking through the parking lot to the car, and as we were driving off. She even re-enacted her smile of delight for me.
Come to think of it, I don’t think my sister drinks kombucha anymore.
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