The information contained in this book is based on the experience and research of the author. It is not intended as a substitute for consulting with your physician or other health-care provider. The publisher and author are not responsible for any consequences resulting from the use of any of the suggestions or preparations discussed in this book.
Copyright 2014 by Stephen Lee
Front cover photography copyright 2014 by Katie Newburn
Interior and back cover photography copyright 2014 by Leo Gong
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Lee, Stephen, 1943
Kombucha revolution : 75 recipes for homemade brews, fixers, elixirs, and mixers / Stephen Lee with Ken Koopman ; photography by Leo Gong. First edition.
pages cm
Includes index.
1. Kombucha tea. I. Koopman, Ken. II. Title.
TX817.T3L44 2014
641.877dc23
2013040309
Hardcover ISBN: 978-1-60774-598-3
eBook ISBN: 978-1-60774-599-0
Interior food styling by Karen Shinto
Interior prop styling by Carol Hacker
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
T here were many life-changing events for me in the 1990s, but the one that would become the beginning of this book happened in St. Petersburg, Russia. Heres to you, Mrs. Lisovski, for your inspiration, grace, and history, which propelled the launch of Kombucha Wonder Drink. You survived the Russian Revolution, several years in Siberian gulags, Stalin, wars, and thirty-five years of a declining Soviet system until Perestroikaalways with your head held high, your positive attitude, and your weekly brew. Thank you, kind lady.
And to you, Ken Koopman, for your partnership, journalistic approach to research, organization, sensitivities, and creativity that have made this book possible. You and your team at Koopman Ostbo Marketing Communications are the kind of branding experts that make guys like me look good.
Thanks to my associates at Kombucha Wonder Drink for their help in the completion of this book, and to Lauren Gross for her persistent efforts that kept her in command of all the details. Laurens can-do work ethic and positive attitude made her a joy to work with. Through this process, I met Warren Moliken, who continues to impress me as a true master of his craft. Your knowledge and expertise as a kombucha purist elevated the content on these pages to the highest level. I would also like to acknowledge my two favorite tea suppliers, Steve Smith of Steven Smith Teamaker and Veerinder Chawla of the Tao of Tea.
To Ray Colvin and all the fine people at the prestigious Oregon Culinary Institute, thank you for your tremendous help with chefs, bartenders, and all things culinary. Your class of future chefs and mixologists proved themselves to me as up-and-coming leaders in the food and beverage world.
There are so many people who lent their creativity, time, ideas, and guidance in making this project a reality. Please visit the credits at the back of this book for a listing of those who were involved.
Thanks to Lisa Westmoreland and the team at Ten Speed Press for recognizing kombucha as a category worthy of publishing a book. I feel privileged to be joining them in spreading the word about the wonder of kombucha.
Another person who deserves special thanks for promoting all things kombucha is Hannah Crum, known as Kombucha Mamma to thousands of kombucha enthusiasts all over the world. Her industry leadership and generous sharing of information on her Kombucha Kamp website have given a tremendous boost to home brewers and manufacturers alike.
Much appreciation and applause goes to the dozens of my fellow kombucha entrepreneurs who have joined the mystical brewing bandwagon over the past ten years. I salute you! Finally, I would like to acknowledge the rich, millennium-long fermenting history of kombucha and the first person who discovered a SCOBY on top of some tea that had been left outside his hut for several days and decided it was a worthy drink to consume and share with friends.
To Mrs. Lisovski
INTRODUCTION
K ombucha. Its been called the elixir of life, a cure-all that detoxifies the body, aids digestion, reenergizes the mind, and even helps reverse the symptoms of cancer. Drink several glasses of this fermented tea a day and, according to some, its healing properties will lower cholesterol, help with weight loss, reduce hot flashes, and create a general sense of well-being.
Its origins are shrouded in mystery. Two-thousand-year-old fables tell of exhausted warriors rejuvenating their weary bodies by drinking a fermented concoction infused with tea leaves. Even its name, pronounced com-BOO-cha, connotes something both alien and ancient. Nobody seems to know where it came from or how long its been around.
I discovered kombucha on one of my many tea-selling trips to Russia. I had been in the tea business for more than twenty years at the time, and while I had heard about this exotic tea drink called kombucha, I had never tasted it. One night I was having dinner with an associate at his St. Petersburg apartment. Peter lived with his motherI knew her only as Mrs. Lisovskiand after a wonderful meal of borscht, piroshkies, and lots of pickled vegetables, I excused myself to use their loo. On my way down the narrow hall, I looked through an open door on my right and saw something strange.
There, on the nightstand next to Mrs. Lisovskis bed, was a one-gallon jug of brownish liquid with cheesecloth stretched over the top. I felt ridiculously guilty peering into the bedroom of an eighty-year-old woman, but I couldnt resist taking a closer look at that jar. Straining my eyes in the dim light, I saw something really odd. There was a pancake-sized gelatinous blob floating on top of the fluid.
When I returned to the kitchen, I admitted to Peter that I had looked into his mothers bedroom, and then rather sheepishly asked what was in the glass jar. He laughed and then reached into the refrigerator. He pulled out a pitcher and poured us both a glass. Its kombucha. My mother calls it mushroom tea, he told me.