The kombucha was done brewing but not yet cold, and the 100° weather was drying me out faster than a swimsuit hung in the sun. I longed for a sip of sweet, tart, tangy elixir to both cool me off and help my body recover from too long in the heat. So, I poured a jar of plain kombucha and grabbed the ice cube tray. Someone put it away empty again, one of the perils of living in a house with other humans, I suppose.

Then the bag of strawberry cubes caught my eye. Fruit I’d juiced and frozen in a spare ice cube tray was sitting there, cold and sweet and ready to drop in my drink! I grabbed one and dropped it in my drinking jar. It began to melt and meld its lovely color and sweetness into my brewed and fermented tea. The taste was heavenly, like biting into a fresh berry that had been splashed with balsamic vinegar! Each sip was restorative and restful, stimulating and sensual. I felt restored, renewed and ready to face the kitchen for dinner prep.

Ah, sweet strawberry kombucha, you are ambrosia!

This post is part of Real Food Wednesday, hosted by Kelly the Kitchen Kop.

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