I don’t even know where to begin but I will.
The men in my family have an obsession with the ever mysterious chaga mushroom and everywhere I turned this weekend, there it was…not just on birch trees rotting away.
It started with getting home on the Thursday before Christmas and seeing some ice tea in the fridge. After drinking it, I couldn’t figure out what it was. Clearly I hadn’t been introduced to Chaga as of yet…
“Oh, that’s ground up mushroom juice. Don’t drink that.”. Well, okay then.
Then there is the conversation on X-mas Eve afternoon.
Dad: “What does Mom want for Christmas?”
Me: “I think that she really wants you to fix the faucet from what it sounds like”.
In the two hours of daylight that followed…him and my uncle ended up welding a custom-made chaga crushing contraption.
Chaga Juice: 1
Mom’s Sink: 0
It’s obvious to any fungus expert that the chaga still needed to be finely ground with a KitchenAid fitting. That is where my sister Diane comes in. She’s getting sprayed with ground fungus in the face and not having one more minute of it.
Chaga Juice: 2
Diane: 0
If this racoon poop ends up curing or preventing cancer or treating HIV (as my dad and the internet claims) I would feel very bad about being a sceptic. I guess that as long as it’s helping his arthritis I’ll just zip it.
PS: He fixed the sink today and put in a new faucet…
Laughing my sides out. Is this for real?!!!
This is indeed real…the whole kit and caboddles happened and just ask him about it and he’d be MORE than happy to tell you about how in Siberia they have have been using this for medicinal purposes for centuries.