Why I'm Not Amish

Ten days ago my wonderful friend Tonya brought me a starter for some Amish Friendship bread. It is this very cool thing where a friend who loves you brings you this bag filled with this yeasty gooey mixture and a page of instructions telling you what to do to the bag of stuff everyday. Mind you, the instructions are carefully written out for each day. Most people could follow along with ease. Not me.

The intriguing thing is, apparently the Amish are the only ones who know how to make the starter from scratch. Per the instructions you are supposed to end up with 4 more starters and enough batter to make 2 loaves of bread once you correctly follow the instructions. If you give all the starters away, you can't make the bread again until someone loves you enough to give you another one.

Well, let's just say I would not cut it as an Amish woman. I managed to follow the instructions the first 5 days. They were really hard, I had to mash the bag. I had that down. Even though I kept having to ask Chad what day I was on. Then came day 6, on day 6 you get to add stuff to the bag! But I read day ten instead and added too much of the stuff, but it still wasn't ruined. I decided to keep mashing the bag and then on day 10 I would add the stuff that I was supposed to add on day 6 and all would be saved, right? Wrong.

Day 10 came and day 10 went, and I did not add the stuff. So, basically my Amish friendship bread is trashed. I will never be Amish, I just don't have what it takes.

I hope this only attests to how poopy my memory is, not my ability to be a good friend, because I am a pretty good friend, just not a good Amish woman. Thanks anyway for thinking of me Tonya, love you sister! Maybe I can come over and taste your bread since mine was not meant to be!