Amish Friendship awkwardness

I’ve been running around non-stop since I got out of class today. First, I had a doctor’s appointment, then Todd dropped me off at home and I watched Jess make a yellow cake with chocolate icing, then we hit up the grocery, then we came home and the real fun began. She worked on frying chicken (which turned out to be some of the best fried chicken I’ve had in my life, and believe you me, I have had some excellent fried chicken), making chicken gravy (also great), hominy, peas, and sliced tomatoes. Meanwhile, I worked with Amish Friendship Bread starter that my cousin gave me, mixing in flour, sugar, and milk before doling it out into separate gallon bags to pass out to friends. Jess is taking a couple to coworkers tomorrow, and I’m going to bring some to Kathy who, poor thing, fell on the sidewalk the other day and broke her arm. I’m hoping she’ll enlist the help of Thom for baking it, since she’d probably have a time measuring ingredients and stirring them up. I think it’s the neatest thing that the bread keeps making more of itself, provided you feed it and mush it around every few days.

Anywho, so after I doled out the four portions, I added the following to my remaining batter: 3 eggs, oil, milk, sugar, cinnamon, vanilla, baking powder, baking soda, salt, flour, and a box of instant vanilla pudding mix. I had to sprinkle a cinnamon sugar mixture over top of it once I’d poured it into pans (one rectangular, one snowman-shaped because I’m limited on my bread-baking supplies) and then bake it for an hour. It turned out pretty well, as I’m snacking on some currently.

However, Amish Friendship Bread leads to strange encounters when you bake two loaves of it and can’t think how you’re going to eat it all before it goes bad. A few minutes ago, Jessica and I went and knocked on all three of our neighbors’ doors and no one answered till the last one. A man came to the door and opened it wide enough to peer around it, but no further. He had on a shirt, definitely, and socks, but we don’t think we saw any pants. Something that further made this odd was that he said we “kind of caught us” or “kind of caused us an awkward moment.” He accepted the bread, thanking us, and introduced himself, but all from behind the door. We’re now concerned that we caught him having sex, and honestly, who answers the door while having sex or doing ANYTHING pantsless?! I’m all kind of disturbed and want to hide out in my bathroom in case he comes a’knockin’ to thank us again. At least we gave it to him a paper plate, so he won’t feel obligated to return some glass dish. O_o