Is ready! After a 9-day ferment, I have a whole crapload of kombucha to convince my kids to drink. Ian's home tonight and I'm thinking he'll try it - if only so he can get in on the making-some-more process when this batch runs out.
I ended up with a really pretty mushroom baby. Can't really say that about the mother, which became an ugly yeasty wedge (don't take it personally, Merritt, it was lovely for a while). According to Günther Frank I can throw it away, so I'll add it to the loquat, squash, and persimmon seeds in the compost bin. Uh huh. That's right. My compost bin is an incubator for living things unlike some others that eschew life and all its weeds.