A couple of weeks ago Courtney's visiting teacher came during the day when she was asleep. I answered the door and took from her a wrapped up piece of bread, a bag filled with gooey stuff and page of directions. When Courtney shared the bread with me I decided that it would be worth it to squish the dough every day and add the stuff to make the bread. As the days passed Courtney made fun of me for doing it, and I understood why. This is ridiculous. How could passing on such a taxing recipe possibly make someone think you want to be friends? It seemed like punishment to me. In fact, I decided not to pass it along as per the directions, but to just bake the whole eight loaves myself and give them away. Besides, there's no telling how long this had already been passed on, and how rotten that milk was. I thought I was doing our friends a favor by saving them the hassle of the ten day process and just baking them a loaf of bread.
Great idea, right? Well...
You know those chain emails that say "if you don't pass this to ten people then a baby seal will get clubbed by Dick Cheney" that you always delete? That's sort of how I felt about this bread, but a baby seal actually did get clubbed by Dick Cheney. I misread the directions and got this as a result:
Those stinkin' Amish cursed their stupid bread recipe. I was going to stop the chain and I was the baby seal that got clubbed. It tasted alright, but the texture was similar to bread pudding, which I cannot handle, so I threw both loaves and the other starter mixes out because my proportions were off.
(In the future, I'd be more than happy to try again Amish friendship bread, but I'll plan on perpetuating the stupid recipe instead of taking matters into my own hands)
