Amish Zombie Bread

This post is not for the squeamish. Consider yourself warned.

Still with me? Remember the not-so-Amish bread starter I tossed in the garbage on Monday to save my friends from eternal baking? After waste pick up this morning, Andrew found a fresh batch alive and growing in the bottom of the garbage can.

Despite being tied in a bag and starved of oxygen, it wouldn’t die. For four days it lay quietly in wait and then under the cover of night (and the trash can lid), it made a break for freedom. Even sunlight won’t stop it. Oh wait, that’s vampires.

Zombies are only stopped with a sharp blow to the head. Hmmm. Unless they mean head of foam, we’re all in trouble.

So if the Saturday morning headlines read, “Garbage Facility Absorbed by Giant Dough Ball”, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I should have stuck to butter tarts.