"Don't do it, gal."
"You'll wish you hadn't."
"You are an idiot in motion."And, against my better judgement, I hushed that little voice, and I did it anyway.
I gave in.
Call it peer pressure... Wishful thinking... Losing touch with reality...
I accepted a bag full of Amish Friendship Bread starter stuff from a co-worker.
Have you ever done this before?
I haven't in quite a few years. And now I remember why.
I think I had a little moment, as I stood there in the office, that over took my sensibility when I thought, "Oh, the girls will think this is fun!"
In case you aren't familiar with it, the Amish Friendship Bread is a bag of sugar, flour, milk and yeast (maybe some other stuff if I go look at the recipe) that someone
The problem is: It comes with a schedule that requires regular kneading and adding and burping.
Just what I need: High-maintenance food. That I have to feed no less!
It's like having another pet in the house.
The worst of it is: You have to do all this stuff on a schedule and, inevitably, the day I'm supposed to add lots more ingredients and divide it four ways, then bake one portion, is the day we get home late because oldest daughter has a track meet (in the rain) and everyone has homework (including me!). And I couldn't care less about baking some bread.
Now, I've just added Bread Guilt to the baggage in my life.
Let's just say it didn't happen
My question to any of you out there who has done this: It is too late? Can it be revived/saved?
Or should I just give up and throw it out?
Great. Now I have Food Waster Guilt on my baggage list.