Are there *real* zombies in there?

So. Holly gave me a bag of this gooey, fermenting stuffs a couple weeks ago. It came with a page of care and feeding instructions (similar to these, which are way cooler...look, the hostess is a Happy Zombie...wait, we don't have to slay her, do we?? She's a HAPPY zombie, so that's good, right? We can be friends and play well with each other? At least link to her instructions.) labeled "Amish Zombie Friendship Bread."

Like, with twenty seven kids and umpteen pets, I really needed another thing to take care of?

But wait....this rotting crap is cool. You dump a cup or two of the gooey shit in with a bunch of other stuffs (including, this time, pumpkin!), mix it up, throw it in the oven for an hour and out comes this...

Mmmmmmm. Don't you wish you were here?