Saturday, October 16, 2010

It's ON! The Great Amish Friendship Bread Pancake Challenge

I've been making Amish Friendship Bread for the past two weeks, courtesy of my friend Amy, who gave me the original starter.  On Day 10 of the process, I divided the starter into four different ziplog bags as instructed, and made a batch of half-burnt friendship bread.  I wasn't sure what to do with the extra bags of starter, also called the "Mother", so I decided to have some fun with it.  Which of my friends would be most tortured to discover a ziplock bag of festering goo on their doorstep or office desk?  I ran through through the list of potential victims in my head.  I knew I'd found my target when I remembered the words of my friend Daniel Marlos, who'd likened Amish Friendship Bread to a chain letter.  Bingo.  

The next day, I snuck into Daniel's locked office.  Don't ask me how I got in.  All I can say is that I am not without hidden talents.  Then I hid behind an alarmed door and waited for Daniel to arrive.  I knew I'd succeeded when I heard the screams of terror coming from his office.  

I tore down the hall, and hid in another office, while trying to calm my heaving breath.  When I heard the clinking heel taps on his cowboy boots, I knew that Daniel was on his way for revenge.  When Daniel tracked me down, we had a good laugh and he told me he was going to try to pawn the bag off on his doctor during his afternoon visit. And I figured that was that.  (For a full report of what happened at the doctor's office, check out Daniel's comment at the end of my last blog report "Amish Friendship Bread: A Foe... and a Worthy Opponent".

I had underestimated Daniel..  And after receiving a phone call from Daniel, I realized that he was an even worthier opponent than the Amish Friendship Bread.  Daniel told me that he intended to make delicious sourdough pancakes from the Amish Friendship Bread starter and that he CHALLENGED me, author of Eat Sunday Dinner... Or Something Like It, to a sourdough pancake-making competition.  What could I say?   "Challenge accepted.  Let the games begin!"  

We've got a few more days before the starter is officially ready to be used.  I'm pretty sure that Daniel will not be following the instructions for making Amish Friendship Bread.  After all, the whole point is that we're NOT going to be making Amish Friendship Bread.  I like the idea of using the starter at it's regularly appointed intervals, but I need to mull the idea over before making my next move.  I will not make the mistake of posting my intentions here, where anyone, including my worthy opponent, might read them.  

But after the dust settles and the winner walks away with syrup dripping from her (or his) face, we will see who has won The Great Amish Friendship Bread Pancake Challenge.  Stay tuned.


  1. I accept the challenge, but you should be forewarned that I am recruiting a panel of advisors on the recipe for the pancake batter. I expect to get advice from Christina who might be the world's greatest expert on breakfast foods. Also, I think we should have Jon Huck, who has already photographically documented people and what they eat for breakfast, take the photos of the pancake breakfast contest.
    By the way, Day 10 is a Monday.

  2. Well, I don't quite understand why you wrote to accept the challenge when you ISSUED the challenge via phone call, but I'm guessing you want your participation recorded in print. Ask whoever you want for advice. I'm going to consult my grandmother's cookbook. And she was a Dunkard!

  3. Who needs enemies when you have so many ziploc bags of friendship festering away? I think the pancakes sound like a wonderful idea, especially if they end up killing the mother. Which brings me to the idea that perhaps the ever-expanding, terrifying goo should be renamed "the father" or just "the blob." I don't think calling it mom really helps the cause of equal rights, it seems more likely an exercise in misogynism.

  4. "When I pulled my hamstring, I went to a misogynist." - Brittany on Glee

  5. so I'm dying to hear who won?