A week after we moved to Colorado in '08, my neighbor gave me a bubbling Ziplock containing "Amish friendship bread starter." I hate to admit it, but I threw it away. A couple months after moving here, another neighbor gave me the same thing. By that time, the guilt had set in from the first rejection (it was "friendship bread," after all) and I felt obligated to give it a try.
My boys and I diligently squished and squashed the Ziplock every day for ten days. I dutifully added milk, sugar, and flour on day five.
On day ten (an eternity), we finally mixed up the bread into two loaves. The starter smelled appropriately sour, so I assumed it was safe to eat but harbored lingering doubts. After all, according to Wikipedia it could have been festering for a few decades.
Kids and J LOVED the bread cake! It was a little too sugary for me. If I ever get a starter again, I'm going to create the first ever sweet sourdough loaf.
Yum delicious! (Judging by the picture alone)...the 10 year old starter would make me queesy, too. Hopefully someday I will find friends real enough (or Amish enough) to give me some starter so I can try it out, too! Thanks for sharing Sarah!!
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