I am a terrible cook.  When he's feeling up to it, Drew does all of our grocery shopping, lunch-packing and meal-preparing.  When he doesn't feel well, the kids and I eat at my parent's house.  I'm really really bad.  When I make cereal with bananas on top there are only 4-5 pieces of banana (which I sometimes just break apart without even bothering to use a knife ) versus 20-25 thinly sliced pieces that Drew beautifully places on top of the cereal. I also consider making cereal with bananas on top "cooking", which really says it all.  So, when my mom bought us a kombucha kit for Valentine's Day, I was nervous.