Windy City! Part Two. From a dinner party at Gary Barlow's house to Fergus Henderson's cheese on toast, via Kelly Rowland and your author's overdose.
You'll never read another gut health story like it. Caveat fermentum kids
After a while, my gut health quest got mighty real. Three weeks ago I made my first batch of home fermented kefir. Kefir is a bit like yoghurt, in that it is fermented milk, but it contains more live cultures, tastes more sour, and ferments for much longer. It’s sort of freebase yoghurt. Getting into this stuff was a bit more incendiary than just upping my plant foods.
Let me tell you a story.
Towards the end of the last decade I helped edit an autobiography written by a veteran pop artiste (see me, flexing my geriactric vocab here).
He was at the end of a very long educational journey regards his diet, and it was this he really wanted to share - quite possibly much to the frustration of his publisher and people who were keen for news of shagging and band feudst. The book starts with him depressed, stoned on weed and southern comfort, rich, bulimic and too fat to get out of bed. It ends with him wondering whether to become a Tibetan monk.
I’m going to share a story that is in his book because it sets up where the whole fermented, undigestible fibre, and gut health focussed eating can go quite badly wrong. Taking a day off filming a major Saturday night TV show is a pretty big deal, you can’t really take days off telly - telly doesn’t stop for no man, or woman in this case. Let this be a caveat emptor for the amateur microbial farmer such as I. Or, caveat fermentum
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