Today I received awesome gifts! Alisa’s son, Patrick, rolled in the back door today with two pieces of the yummiest bread ever, and one bag of goo. The goo-baggie was labeled 1/21. Patrick proclaimed the goodies were called ‘friendship bread’, and the goo was called the ‘starter’. He promised me his Mom would be sending instructions by email soon on how I too could create this awesome treat.
Well, I got the email and I wish I hadn’t enjoyed the bread quite so much because now I have a list of crap to buy before I can even make the stuff. I’m not Betty Crocker, Alisa — you should know that by now! I can do the mush, mush, mush the bag and I might even be able to rustle up some flour, sugar and milk. I don’t own 2 large loaf pans and I’m pretty sure a pizza pan won’t work — but I can probably figure out how to grease and dust these loaf pans after I buy them.
The last thing I read in my email is that if I don’t keep this goo going, only the Amish know how to make it. If I don’t take on this serious mushing project, my goo will be gone! That’s why it’s called friendship bread. You hope one of your friends keeps the goo going if you don’t, and you hope if their goo is gone, they have an Amish friend with the goo clue.
But now I’m seriously thinking about this ‘starter’ goo and realize that it’s nothing more than a portion of what Alisa didn’t bake that has part of what Leslie didn’t bake, and so on and so on… Amish secret starter? Bah! If there WAS a secret starter goo bag, it’s been diluted to the point of no return and Perry and I just ate bread that includes milk that’s way past expiration and eggs that are like 50 years-old!