The Living Bread Experiment
No, not Jesus, though it is Sunday.
I’m talking about two bags of Amish Friendship Bread, passed on to me by my mother-in-law’s neighbor a few days ago.
Does anybody know about this stuff?
I mean, it’s two bags filled with this cream-colored mushy liquid, like a sourdough starter. It comes with photo-copied instructions on what to do with it every day.
Yes, it goes on for days.
Days one through three: Let it sit on your counter. Squeeze it periodically throughout the day.
Hee. Sounds like my treatment on O’s days off.
Day four: Add a cup of flour, a cup of sugar and a cup of milk. Squeeze as usual.
So, this morning I opened the bags, to feed them. The first one had a yummy, yeasty, beery smell to it. Here you go, eat your sugars, niiiice starter. Yum yum.
The second one. Well.
Maybe vintage Thunderbird describes it best.
I fed it anyway. A twin-mother’s instinct.
We’ll see in a few days. In the meantime, I’ll continue to squeeze the bags! Love the bags! Nice bags!
Then I’ll do another sniff test, and divide up the results into four more bags, like the directions say, and pass them on.
Anybody want one? I won’t send you the Ode Du Mad Dog, I promise. Yes, I know which is which.
Do you think the ancestors of my bags-o-living-bread actually came from an Amish farm? What’s a good Amish substitute for Zip-Loc bags?
Ok, here’s a photo.