Where microbes, patience and curiosity quietly collaborate.
Having successfully embraced the excitement of starting my own sourdough starter, fermentation isn't something I dove into so much as fell down. It began when I searched for something to do with a pile of satsuma peels I'd been saving in the name of reducing waste.
The resulting suggestion was to make my own vinegar, which started life as some skeptical peels floating in water in a jar rescued from the recycling bin. Three months later, it's become a distinctly sour yellowish liquid that is decidedly still not vinegar, but is now surrounded by a neighbourhood of other bubbling jars. (Sadly, the wonderful world of collective nouns has apparently decided jars are undeserving of such things, so I had to make do.)