Tara writes It was the kombucha that did it. It was sitting on the side table in a wine glass, looking light and slightly cloudy in the evening light. I sipped on it while reading, as I often do with a glass of something alcoholic, whether wine, beer or something short and strong. And I caught myself thinking that I was drinking a sparkling wine.
I’m a professional. Even when not paying attention, I should be able to distinguish between kombucha and...
