...of my Amish friendship bread. After my co-worker made the bread twice, she offered one of the starters to me. I was really excited because the breads she had brought in were really good, but my bread was doomed from the start.
Let me first point out that I am a bit grossed out by the Amish friendship bread starters. I mean, there is milk in there, and it's not even suppose to be refrigerated? But like I said, the co-worker's was really good and I hadn't gotten sick so I got over it. On day 6 you are suppose to add a cup of flour, a cup of milk and a cup of sugar. I was happy because for once I had milk in the refrigerator, but I soon realized I was a bit screwed. You see, after I added the milk and the flour I started to measure out the sugar, and what did I have but only half the required amount. Thinking I am being sly, I figure what the heck I'll make up the difference with brown sugar...
...I don't know how this would have effected the bread because I ended up throwing the starter away. See, this was my weekend to drive up and visit Matt, so I needed to bring my starter with me. Being the brilliant Cal graduate that I am, I decided that the starter would be fine sitting in my car parked in sun for 8 hours. By the time I got up to Burlingame Matt questioned the validity of the starter. Starting to see his point, I decided to smell the starter. Clearly something was off, and since we will be moving in less than a week I didn't want to risk us getting sick off of it. Actually, I didn't want to risk other people getting sick off of it and to think I have absolutely no cooking credibility.
At least I can get another one at work tomorrow. And this time, I wont leave it in the sun.
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