That’s because I was weaned on the best…Wonder Bread. Light, fluffy, perfect for toasting, and the BEST BEST BEST for the quintessential 1950s sandwich – a mound of bologna and mayo! Mmmm. About the only thing Wonder Bread wasn’t good for was a PB&J because the bread was too light to withstand the schmear of PB.
Fast forward fifty years to the two people left on the face of the earth who still like and eat white bread. Moi and Mr. EOS.
Mr. EOS likes toast in the morning with his side of toast. 🙂 I like a slice of toast with my egg – to dunk into the yolk is the best! Mr. EOS doesn’t do eggs unless it’s inside a cake mix!
But trying to find a white bread that has some taste, has some heft without being a brick…. No easy task.
Mr. EOS chooses Arnold Country White. I say blech to it. To my tastebuds, it is bitter and too dense.
I aim for a artisanal loaf – like a ciabatta or an Italian bread but it has its limitations too. This ciabatta has so many holes in each slice, it’s like paying for a whole loaf and getting half.
Then there’s the problem of a bakery loaf of bread being too big – I don’t eat that much bread so more often than not, any loaf I buy goes moldy way before I’m halfway through.
I sometimes buy rye bread – my go to for a ham sandwich, but it too is hard to find a good loaf of it at the supermarket, even the ones that say they are made fresh by the store bakery. I think not.
Back in my youth, I remember my grandfather would walk up the street to an Italian bakery for two huge loaves of fresh bread EVERY DAY – the kind with seeds on it. But grandpa ate bread as if it was going out of style – he’d grab a hunk and dunk it in whatever my grandmother made – in his coffee, in the salad at lunch with olive oil, in the spaghetti sauce for dinner. I can’t think of a time he had it as toast.
I think my dad liked Pepperidge Farm Toasting White but I can’t find that it was actually made back in the 60s so maybe I’m remembering wrong? I only know it’s no longer available – darn because I really liked that.
I could (but I won’t) go into Port Chester for really good homemade bread because (a) I’d eat it and (b) I’d eat it all. I don’t see owning and making my own bread because (a) I’d eat it and (b) I’d eat it all. Why is bread so good and so bad for you? It’s my weakness.
So I suffer the indignities of lousy bread daily and get to complain here.
Gray and chilly day here with chances of rain this afternoon but it looks like the Belmont Stakes might be okay with sunshine. I haven’t picked my horses yet but I am preparing the bar for making the official drink of the Belmont – the Belmont Jewel! Bourbon, lemonade, pomegranate juice and a twist of orange. Mmmmm. Happy Saturday all.