A Little Sad Moment

That's what I had this weekend when I had to make pancakes without kefir for the first time in, oh. . what seems like years.

I know to give specific instructions, yet I failed to be explicit enough when I was hurrying out for a run two weeks ago. I merely said, "use this instead of buttermilk," and placed the container of kefir on the counter.

When I returned from my run. . . how dismayed I was to see the jar was empty with no other jar of grains and milk in sight. And the pancakes had chewy lumps. It was easy to figure out what had happened.

Truly, I was to blame. And I must admit, I shed tears for my lost grains. I've nurtured those grains and benefited from them for the past long while, even carrying them to IL and back several times to ensure their tender care. I have divided them up and given them away to friends. It was a very sad moment for me, the loss of my own dear grains.

Now, I have to add kefir grain shopping to my list of things to do in December, which of course, I dislike. AND, I have that little niggly feeling that no other grains will be quite like MY first grains. We were comrades in promoting familial health, and I blew it. Oh, sad moment repeated.