On Monday at MOPS, my friend Lynette gave me an Amish Friendship Bread starter. The girls at my table asked me if it was breastmilk.
Which leads me to a few disturbing thoughts:
a. that the girls at my table would think that I would bring my breastmilk in a large ziplock bag
b. that the girls at my table would think my breastmilk would be that thick and off color
c. that the girls at my table would think that I'd be that uncouth to just flop a bag of breastmilk on the table
These thoughts are making me wonder about the girls at my table...weirdos!
Later that night I told my hubby about the bag of bread starter and what the girls at my table thought. Then I told him the process that will eventually lead to delicious loaves of bread.
And that's when he stared at me with a disgusting look on his face.
"I'm NOT eating that!", he said.
"I'm NOT eating bread made with another woman's breastmilk! I wouldn't even eat it if it was made with your own breastmilk."
Huh? What are you talking about?
He assumed after all that talk about the girls at my table thinking that was large bag of zip locked milk, that there was actually breastmilk in the bag - that Lynette had made the starter with her milk - and she's sharing it with us.
Holy cow, that made my night. I still giggle over that miscommunication!
I wonder if he'll try the bread next week when I make it?