I'm It!
By Belinda
We've been getting to know each other, bit by bit.
We watched a performance of Hamlet together with Brenda--our mutual connection--and I enjoyed our conversation during the interval.
But this weekend a quiver ran through our budding friendship when she sent home a "gift" with Brenda.
"Mom," Brenda said, proffering a plastic bag of fermenting goop.
Hesitating (as she should have,) she said, "Tina sent you this."
And dropping it on the counter, she beat a hasty retreat. It was not lost on me that she didn't come home with a bag for herself (being gluten intolerant has its blessings!)
"Aaaargh! NO! The curse of the Amish Friendship Bread! What friend gives you this?" I sighed.
It seems only yesterday that I finally gave up the endless cycle with my last batch and allowed it to die. This one comes with instructions that end with the ominous sentence: "Only the Amish know how to create the starter, so if you give them all away, you will have to wait until someone gives you some back."
Right!
Sorry, I have to go and check my bag. I think I may have to feed The Blob tonight.
And what's that sound? It's running feet--my friends are scattering. :)
We've been getting to know each other, bit by bit.
We watched a performance of Hamlet together with Brenda--our mutual connection--and I enjoyed our conversation during the interval.
But this weekend a quiver ran through our budding friendship when she sent home a "gift" with Brenda.
"Mom," Brenda said, proffering a plastic bag of fermenting goop.
Hesitating (as she should have,) she said, "Tina sent you this."
And dropping it on the counter, she beat a hasty retreat. It was not lost on me that she didn't come home with a bag for herself (being gluten intolerant has its blessings!)
"Aaaargh! NO! The curse of the Amish Friendship Bread! What friend gives you this?" I sighed.
It seems only yesterday that I finally gave up the endless cycle with my last batch and allowed it to die. This one comes with instructions that end with the ominous sentence: "Only the Amish know how to create the starter, so if you give them all away, you will have to wait until someone gives you some back."
Right!
Sorry, I have to go and check my bag. I think I may have to feed The Blob tonight.
And what's that sound? It's running feet--my friends are scattering. :)
Comments
This may be the only post with no comments, as we hastily retreat in fear of the Friendship bread finding its way into our hands.... There is always the writers nest.
Have a blessed day
Anonymous Deborah
best,
Darien (author and homeschool mom)
Feel free to post the image. Ha ha.