Your Amish Friendship Bread Starter Needs a Name

Jigglypuff

I call him Seymour…
it’s good to know I’m not alone, been the recipient of odd looks for years.

I named mine Vladimir Gluten

After reading this post, I realized my starter needed a name. She was born November 2018 and has been nameless. Over the past month or so I’ve put a lot of though into it. One day, the name hit me. I’d name her after my grandmother. It’s the perfect name. You see, my grandmother’s name was Donie Louisa…it isn’t pronounce like Donny, it is pronounced like Dough-nie. The “o” has the long vowel sound that actually sounds like the word dough. And the “I” in Louisa is also long vowel and says the “I” sound… Lou-eye-sa. Therefore, I named my starter Doughnie Louisa after my grandmother. It’s a fun name for a wonderful starter and an amazing women.

I just started my first (in decades) last night, hadn’t thought of naming it till I read this article. Which gave me a good laugh. Well I decided to name my starter Fannie-the fruit-fly facinator. As soon as I got all the ingredients in the bowl all the fruit flys came swarming into the kitchen and I had to fan them away, thanks Fannie. So hopefully this is a beginning of a continually rising friendship.

My first starter name: Those Magic Changes Wizard

Mine is called Herman. My mother and grandmother had starters that were called Herman and Herman Jr, so I thought I would honour them by carrying on the tradition.

I would name my starter after my grandmother who made homemade bread everyday of her life she dies several years ago at the age of 98 1/2 So I am going to call my next starter Lucy!

Having fun with the starter and baking nearly every day. My friends and family who share are very happy.

I call my starter Fluffy. It rises and gets bubbly and makes such good cakes and cookies

I call my starter “George” and I often hug him and squeeze him! (From an old Bugs Bunny Cartoon with the Abominable Snowman!)

I’m thinking of naming my starter Louisa.

Yeasty Beastie is my name for my starter.
It always reminds me of making good things.

I’ll name my starter Lola!!!!!

My starters name is Marge. It just feels like a Marge lol. Shes only 2 weeks old but the family really enjoyed the Friendship Bread. Thanks for all the recipes, looking forward to trying them out!

Onniec came into my life in the summer of 2011. She was a gift as most new starts are.I had quit working in one town moved to a new one, started a new career, when one of my co-workers gave me a large zip-loc with instructions. Rumor had it that the starter had once been “the latest thing” circulating the company for a few years now. But folks were now tired of it, many loaves had been made and shared, but most of the starters had fallen victim to complacency and ended up being tossed, or neglected. As it turned out, I was the last to receive it in our department, as workers moved on to other careers, lives changed, personnel changed. Everything changed during the six years that I remained, the directors changed, the presidents changed, even the mission changed, after six years had past I too changed in so many ways, some wonderful, and some painful. Onniec and I were together though all the changes, enjoying the simple pleasure of nurturing each other in quiet moments. I gave her flours, sometimes whole wheat, sometimes white., Sugars, sometimes white, sometimes organic, and Milk,both natural and raw or pasteurized. But no matter the variances, she was always happy to be fed, always happy to share when the occasion arose, and best of all, she was versatile. She could be baked in Loaves, Muffin tins, or a round pie pan, no matter what form or flavor she took, she arose to her peak of crusty perfection. She was ageless, full of creativity and sometimes very surprising! Onniec and I moved six times and two states, in a blink of an eye a decade had passed. There were times she would rest for a while, refrigerated, dormant in her tulip shaped Weck jar. Once, she spent six months in her jar in the back of a dark cool cupboard of a travel trailer, while she waited to buy her new home. The changes had rolled over like the waves of the Pacific, and finally she was free to rise from the constraints of confinement once more. We now reside togather in Oregon, we are growing old togather in a cottage in a quaint beach town, we are settled in for a peaceful life near the sea, and just maybe.. you could say we’ve become Domestic, well, at least partly. After all deep inside her stir the Wild Yeasts of her many years of places, travels, and adventures!