You've probably received one. A starter for Amish friendship bread. And maybe you were excited because you've wanted to try it and it's kind of fun and the bread is super yummy. Maybe that's been you.
If you've been at all like me you've let your starter die several times. Maybe you forget to feed it. Maybe you forget to squish it. Maybe you just get tired of it. Done! In the trash.
And then you start to wonder - was this really a friendship bread or an almost friendship bread? Because what kind of friend, or potential friend, would inflict another friend with a ziplock bag full of liquid guilt?
It happened to us again a couple of weeks ago. And the funny thing is it happened on the sly. The friend in question had her kids handing out the bags of extra starter. One of the kids kind of ran up to me and tossed the bag in my lap and took off.
I had been starter-ed. My response? It was this: "No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!"
But my kids were exited about it, so we brought it home with us. The first round wasn't so bad - my kids took our starter to a friend's house and they made it there. But then my friend had some 9 new starter bags. This stuff multiplies faster than dust bunnies under my bed. That's some kind of fast.
For the second round, I was determined to feel no guilt about it. I measured out the extra starters...straight into the trash can. I kept one for myself and didn't inflict it on anyone else.
But that seems rather wasteful, you know?
Today I got a brainstorm (and yes, I'm sure I'm the last person on the planet to hatch this genius idea, but indulge me a minute here, okay?): I measured out one starter for me. I the poured the other three cups' worth into a mixing bowl. The portion that remains in the original bowl is what you are supposed to use to make your bread with that day. I discovered that bit of batter is exactly 1.5 cups...bingo! I had enough batter to make 3 batches of bread.
So we now have 6 loaves of Amish Friendship Bread cooling on the counter. And I have a feeling that if I share some of this with a friend, there will be no almost about it.
