Yesterday I was given 'Herman' - a friendship cake. This ritual supposedly originated from the Amish people, passing sourbread dough to the needy or sick. The sensation has swept across continents over decades and has become a sort of chain-letter.
Herman came with this instructions "You cannot put me in the fridge or I will die. If I stop bubbling, I am dead." The idea is to keep Herman 'alive' in a bowl for ten days, feeding him on day four and nine with flour and sugar. On the tenth day he is to be split into four portions. Three of these are to be given away to friends or family and you can either cook the fourth portion or simply start the cycle again.
What an odd concept... Personification of a cake.
I feel a strange responsibility for this bowl of goo. What if I kill him?