The Amish Friendship Bread is in the oven. I hope it's edible.
It certainly proves to me yet again that cooking is not my cup of tea. After two visits to the best grocery store in the world I was still unable to locate the craisins I'd hope to add to one of the two loafs. I am not an accurate measurer when it comes to cooking or baking. Some of this, some of that. This time I mixed up the baking soda and baking powder. And the last of the oil didn't quite equal one cup. I also don't have two regular loaf pans, so I figured one big and two little would work fine. Except I forgot to grease the third pan.
It smells absolutely scrumptious though.
I resisted eating any of the batter, even though that looked and smelled tasty too. And it wasn't the three eggs I was worried about, it was the bag of goo that had been fermenting on my counter for eleven days. And the portion of that which had been fermenting on Wealthy Co-Worker's counter for ten days before that. And the portion of that which had been fermenting on her neighbor's counter for ten days before that. You see my problem or am I out of line worrying about such details? Because I really like to eat batter.
I waited an extra day to bake the bread because of the heat wave we were experiencing yesterday. I wanted to wait until the cooler weather arrived to take advantage of the oven running for an hour. Besides, after the bag of goo sat around so long, what's one more day?
If this batch doesn't turn out well I still have another starter for myself and three for my friends.