I promise I won't whine (again) about my lack of female friends. You're tired of reading about it, I'm tired of writing about it, we're both just sick of it. But, this latest problem just takes the cake...or maybe I mean, the dough.
On Christmas Day, my grandmother handed me a ziploc bag of bread dough and a sheet of paper with a recipe on it: "Amish Friendship Bread". I had done this gig before and knew the drill. For those of you unfamiliar with this 10 day ritual, here's the deal:
1. You get the bag of dough from a "friend" along with a set of directions and the recipe.
2. You have to babysit the bag of dough for ten days. This includes, but is not limited to: mushing the bag, letting the fermented air out and adding 1 cup of flour, 1 cup of milk and 1 cup of sugar on day 6. The bag will sit on your counter for the entire time. I know it sounds gross, but it works. The Amish seem to know their bread just as well as they know quilts.
3. On day 10, you dump the dough into a non-metal bowl and add 1 cup of flour, 1 cup of milk and 1 cup of sugar. Mix this whole thing together.
4. Measure out 4 cups of dough and place each cup (1 cup) in ziploc bag and write today's date on the bag. Keep one bag for yourself and give the other bags to 3 friends. Follow the rest of the recipe and bake the remaining mixture into bread.
I did all of this and was left with a delicious loaf of bread and 4 bags of dough. Now, I was suppose to give the 3 bags to 3 friends.
Well, I don't have any friends.
So I decided that I'm going to keep all four bags because this bread is so delicious that I can just keep making it and freeze it.
Can you tell I failed math in college?
Yesterday was day 10 for the 4 bags of dough I had been babysitting. As I'm splitting the bags up into fours, I suddenly realized I was going to be left with 16 bags of dough. If I kept those going, in another 10 days I would have 64 bags of dough.
I threw the all the dough away. I just don't need that kind of pressure.