A Sour Joke

Yesterday I was informed by L’s mother that the bottle on top of the dryer was filled with fermenting kefir.  (I’m not quite sure how I ended up in a household where kefir would be fermenting in the first place, but I digress.)

“I didn’t know you had any kefir grains left,” I said.

“I don’t,” she replied.  “I’m using some kefir we already had to make more.”

“I see,” I said sagely, “so in other words . . .”

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(Wait for it.)

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The only thing we have to kefir . . . is kefir itself.”

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