A friend brought Amish Friendship Bread starter to church last Sunday. No one would take it at first. I somehow ended up with two. My dear daughter asked if she could do it. Sounded like a great idea.
She mushed and mushed and checked it each day. My husband tried to throw it away; Each day.
I checked the internet for prettier versions of the directions. I spent way too long doing this and came up with nothing. I posted an offer for starter on Facebook. Someone mentioned freezing theirs.
It came time to divide the starter and bake bread; just in time for our homegroup that night. We had no sugar, toddler refused to nap. Plans fell apart. I ended up in bed with a migraine. Three days later, dear friend Pani Kathleen asked if she could drive up for a visit. I hated to ask her, but could she, being the foodie that I am not, help my daughter make this bread?
The sweet bread takes an hour to bake
How does adding one "extra" thing into a day cause EVERYTHING to get discombobulated, topsy turvy and three kinds of crazy? Does this happen to everyone or just me?
Bread turned out VERY VERY good by the way! Would YOU like a starter?