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Last week on Burt Wolf's travel show he stated that the bakers of San Francisco's famous sourdough bread claimed it (the sourdough bread) couldn't be baked to taste the same way it does in San Francisco anywhere else in the world, even if one were to use the exact same ingredients.
This morning, on another of Burt's travel shows about Brussels and the Flemish language, he stated that the beer makers in Brussels claimed that their beer couldn't be reproduced anywhere in the world but Brussels. Both of these claims were based on the same reason, according to Burt (an award-winning chef). Wild yeast.
Kefir makers, as the purported masters of fermentation, support the same claim. If you make kefir at your house, the mother cultures you use to create the desired product will choose from among the prevailing wild yeast at your house to incorporate into themselves to make a kefir that will keep you alive in order to continue to propagate itself. Since one's own gut bacteria is what your immune system is composed of, then the kefir adapts itself to what makes you strong. In essence, the health of your gut bacteria decides whether you live or die.
Some say that the kefir mother cultures, which reputedly and mythically came from the Caucasian mountains. (This is a very strange part of the world):
Some say that the kefir mother cultures, which reputedly and mythically came from the Caucasian mountains. (This is a very strange part of the world):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caucasus_Mountains
There seems to be a progression shown on the Results Page of a Google Search on how the white people were generated somewhere in China, then they migrated to the Caucasus mountain regions, then to Russia where they were labeled "White Russians", and then to Scandanavia/Germania where they became Vikings and Norsemen (North men), then most recently and now currently, to the British Isles, and the Americas and Australia. The White Russians were the Czar crowd who were undone by the Slavs. Many of the pure White Russians migrated to, where else, Hong Kong. Back to China where they originated.
That just don't say much to me about white people being called "Caucasians". They might as well be called Roms, a darker-complexioned set of tribal groups who perpetually seem to enjoy the nomadic, wandering life. The Roms (also "from" the Caucasus regions after the white boys) are apparently not Aramaic. Indeed, they were the victims of genocide by the Turks. But the Arabs have their own groups of nomadic tribes, Berbers, that like to keep moving. None of them seem to wanna be called Arabs, but labeled by their tribal callings that sport a somewhat different set of begats.
What does any of this have to do with "wild yeast"? The same people be-co-me different people when they migrate to a region that supports a different combination of botanical or biological wild yeast. It's like the infamous smog around Los Angeles. They breathe the smog and get road rage against even friendly neighbors. It's the same principle espoused by many kefir makers, beer brewers, and bread-makers who use fermentation to achieve the end product in all the various regions of the world. Environmental exclusivity.
They each legitimately claim their product possesses a uniqueness that cannot be duplicated in any other part of the world. They claim exclusivity over the purity of the product itself anywhere else it's made., and attempt to ruin any copycat pretenders. Like Italian olive oil or Dutch chocolates. Why would they not? That's business! Exclusivity can produce a higher margin of profit if the mojo is kept believable by insight and advertising spinners.
With the question being: What does the "wild yeast" that supports the claim of exclusivity to fermented products also change the fermenters? This seems to be the claim of the proponents of kefir, and other fermented products. I've seen it openly suggested on the e-mail discussion lists.
"Sure, I have extra kefir grain cultures. I'll send you what you need to start making your own kefir for the price of the postage." It's mythically a sin of some sort to make a profit. For good karma with your own culture you have to give the baby grains away. A tacit promise is the starter culture to make kefir with, will become what that starter culture needs to be sitting on your kitchen counter. Wild yeast are everywhere.
Read the disclaimer at the top of the page. I'm trying to capture drifting thoughts with wo-id-s (words, woe-to-the-id-s). Sometime I find myself scraping the bottom of the barrel in my terse considerations, but sometime it's worth it. I'm just looking for a viable descriptor. A word. A term. An expression that will stop the drifting long enough for me to save it against it's will for posterity. No blame.
It's not true that what I'm really doing is attempting to save my own person for posterity. It's not. I swear it. It couldn't be that. I am is much too wonderful to stoop to that level of self promotion. Maybe. Only because I am is all things great and small. Some of it's ancestors thought the entire universe into Being. Now, the I am is in retrograde and the same universal spirits that created it attempt to resolve the "posterity" dilemma by dissembly.
Hydrogen bombs should do the trick. A sustained series of cataclysmic explosions that will temporarily stop the eternal fermentation of the cosmic soup by destroying the cauldron which spills the water of life and puts out the fire that cooks the broth. POOF!
It doesn't matter. You know "matter", right? If you don't know what matter is, then what could matter about the rearrangement of matter via holocaust? If you do gnow what matters (quite naturally implying that I am does), then you also know that it cums and goes just like somebody you used to gnow.
Matter comes and goes. All the ti-me. Why else would male ejaculations be called "eruptions". Some time like Old Faithful, and other times like a mudpot. Other times like Mount Vesuvius that is minimally enhancing to the continued procreation of life, but great sport. Aiiiiyeeee!
Things that are only intended by the serendipitous intervention of "wild yeast" aren't meant to last for eternity. In my opinion, they ain't built right for the long haul. Like human bodies. Not designed for immortality. Wild yeast as procreators or progenitors themselves are not dependable and will not "get your back" as you attempt to make the world a better place to spend eternity as an immortal. Besides, they probably mutate, and make it extremely difficult to trace one's family tree through the last species extinction plague.
If I am is truly deluded and insane it's because I constantly conclude that there is more to me than any other can "see". That's why it's called the memores. There is more of me than even I can "see" at any one ti-me. The ties-to-me that you can't perceive are ongoing, and if you refocus your at-tension to admire the markings on a butterfly's wing, I am is no longer what you looked away from. "Life's a bitch, and then you die."
It is the "more of" each of us that portrays immortality. I have literally forgotten more than you'll ever know about I am is being me. It's recoverable into consciousness, and then some beyond the bejinning. Nothing encountered by me in my me-moirs suggests there was a beginning or will ever be an end to what amounts to a dynamic, ongoing system of eternal change. I am has probably been blown to smithereens by nuclear holocaust a billion times (ties-to-me) before. It apparently "picks itself up, dusts itself off, and starts all over again..."
Why? Oh dear God... why?
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