License to Carbonate

The name is Sporks, the license is Alco2jet 220579.  That is all I can say or I might have to kill you.



Or not.  But that is my license number.  I'm a licensed carbonator.  Yeppers.

A week or so ago, Teresa sent me a link to a product I didn't know existed.

The SodaStream Fountain Jet.

Behold:



I've always had a thing for old seltzer bottles.  We have some Teresa bought at a yard sale in the garage.



Ours are not this pretty but you get the idea.  William Powell could make you a drink from them.  Especially if you were Myrna Loy.

I also have been trying to be more green.  I ride my scooter when I can.  I would like someone to buy me this:



Audi A3 TDI.  45 mpg.  Thank you very much.

I'd buy it for myself, but I've recently taken a "state budget" furlough pay cut.  (Don't ask).

The SodaStream hits exactly the right marks.  I can have (really, really slight) thoughts of Powell and Loy while making carbonated beverages.  It saves me from buying and discarding plastic bottle containing fizzy water every week (my average was 3 bottles per week).  It fits my newly "dehanced" salary.   (Thanks California economy!)

So, how does it work, you ask?  I'm so glad you did.  So, so glad.

First, you need to secure your license for the Alco2jets.  I have two licenses and two jets.  I am special.



That's the spare.



That's the one currently in use.  See just how special I am?

License 220579.  That special.

Ok, so here's how it works.  You fill your specially provided SodaStream bottles from your handy Britta picther.







Please note that two bottles full is more than the (*cough*stupid*cough*) Britta pitcher can hold.  No offense to Britta stockholders.





This will mean filling and waiting for the Britta to take its sweet time draining itself through the (probably only mildly useful) filter.  Now, I could just skip this step and use tap water.  But what if L.A. tap water isn't pure and clear as the driven snow?  What if, indeed.  So, once the Britta has finished its "job," here's what I've got:



Yep, still water, two plastic bottle.  Awesome.



Now I secure one bottle on the machine.



Then I push the magic button.



And watch the bubbles fill the bottle.



If you try this at home, you will probably be joined at this point by one or more dogs.  They do not like the sound.  Especially the loud burping sound it makes indicating a certain level of carbonation.



I manage to ignore the dogs and persist.

4 burps for plain or flavor enhanced water.



How about orange?



Just a drop.

Now, let's get fancy and have some Diet Pink Grapefruit--"compare to Fresca!"  I'll want five burps on this, dog concern be dammed.



Measure the syrup.



Pour in bottle and gently shake. I register slight alarm at the pinkness.



Pour into juice glass.  Serve to spouse.



Seems ok.

Secure made soda in fridge.



Put soda maker in it's place (on floor, away from flammables, near wine and drinks)



Pour self a (slightly larger) juice glass of pink drink and sit down to blog.



Generally I'm only slightly excited by kitchen gadgets.  This one, though, is beyond fab.  No electricity, less plastic. A source of creativity.

Burp burp burp burp burp.