An unworthy Deacon, named for the brother of God: James, striving to "work out his salvation with fear and trembling" within the Tradition (paradosis) of the Eastern Orthodox Faith. It is a strange and marvelous journey, and I am accompanied by the fourfold fruit of my fecundity. My wife, the Matushka or Diaconissa Sophia, is my beloved partner in the pursuit of Theosis, and she ranks me in every way.
As I am preparing to start work on my first batch of blackberry wine (I'm waiting for the blackberries!), I found this: The caption reads: Orthodox priest, Father Antony, tests the ancient Russian fermented-bread drink known as kvas in a basement of the fifteenth-century Savvino-Storozhevsky Orthodox Monastery in Zvenigorod, 35 miles west of Moscow, Russia, Tuesday, July 1, 2008. For over 600 years, monks at the Savvino-Storozhevsky Monastery have been brewing kvas for themselves, and seven years ago began selling it. Unlike mass-produced varieties, the monastery's kvas has no preservatives and spoils within five days.
I love this: "They sneer at competitors with their artificial preservatives." Haha...you can almost hear: "Was it artificial preservatives in 19th century Russia? NO IT WAS NOT!" Of course, they go even further: "It is not profitable for them to make live kvas," Father Ignaty said of Russia's commercial kvas producers. "So they're forced to poison people...As Father Antony said, his brew is "blessed by God."
Gee, I thought Kvas was what happenned when you forgot something inthe back of the fridge...Like, this is something you can *sell*??? Honey Vodka, maybe, but this is bathtub hooch isn't it? --- Ba'ab of Brier