{"id":1542,"date":"2010-04-26T09:39:08","date_gmt":"2010-04-26T17:39:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/providentiallife.wordpress.com\/?p=1542"},"modified":"2010-04-26T09:39:08","modified_gmt":"2010-04-26T17:39:08","slug":"amish-friendship-bread","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jenniepalluzzi.com\/blog\/amish-friendship-bread\/","title":{"rendered":"Amish Friendship Bread."},"content":{"rendered":"

I went on a cruise, and the day I got back, my friend Liz<\/a> handed me this:<\/p>\n

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It was a bag of mushed brown substance. “It’s a starter for bread” she insisted. I was skeptical. A bag of mush? What a welcome home. She claimed to have gotten it from a friend, who got it from her brother, who received it from a neighbor. So, not only was it a bag of mush, it was an OLD bag of mush (as Jeff pointed out.)<\/p>\n

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So I brought it home. And stared at it a little. Jeff said, “What is THAT?” and I answered, “Starter.” And he stared back, like I had brought home an alien. Poor guy.<\/p>\n

The weirdest part about this whole situation was that the bag came with instructions. Simple ones. That said, “Mush the bag, mush the bag.” Think I’m lying?<\/p>\n

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I am not. Mush the bag. That’s it. What kind of instructions are THAT?<\/p>\n

So I mushed. And I added on the sixth day. And on the seventh day, there was no rest. There was more mushing. But, on the tenth day, there was fermented-smelling mush to then pour into a bowl.<\/p>\n

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So I did what it said. I added flour.<\/p>\n

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And I added sugar.<\/p>\n

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And it all began to sink.<\/p>\n

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And I got bags out, to pass the Amish Friendship Bread along to four more unsuspecting friends, who would be equally confused and slightly terrified when receiving a bag of mush. With directions.<\/p>\n

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Then I finished putting the bread together — cinnamon, mainly. And when it was done, I literally didn’t even have a chance to take\u00a0 a picture before half of it was gone to Andrew and Corelyn (Andrew loves Amish Friendship bread, and had a hard time waiting the ten days.)<\/p>\n

Mainly, I had a problem taking a picture because my kitchen looked like this:<\/p>\n

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Because being who I am, I decided that making muffins at the same time was a great idea. I am sure I have photos of the blueberry muffins somewhere, although Jeff gobbled those up pretty quickly, too, but I’ll see what I can do for you. The bread is slowly being chipped at, like good banana bread, and Corelyn and I have been saved a few breakfast disasters with it. Doesn’t taste fermented at all, but more like really good cinnamon bread. Mmm mmm just the way I like it.<\/p>\n

Most of you know that if we lived closer, I would have given you a starter bag of Amish mush. But, since we live so far apart, I will leave you with this, so you can start your own chain.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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