I usually pretend not to be obsessed with bread. But since you brought it up, I grew up on Wonder Bread. Helps build strong bodies 12 ways, ya know. Peanut butter and jelly, salami and cheese, grilled cheese sandwiches. The softest bread ever, no crust removal required.
Grandma used to bring us raisin pumpernickel and onion board from the Bronx when she came for her weekend visits to our home in the 'burbs. Just a thick shmear of Breakstone butter and heaven was entering your mouth with either one.
With Italian food, or nearly anything else: garlic bread, garlic rolls, breadsticks. What was life like before there was a vehicle to soak up the sauce on one's plate?
How about when you dine at a new place and they serve up some freshly baked house bread that you had never experienced and it's steaming in a basket under the finest linen napkin? Just the thought has me drooling.
Fine Italian or French bread? Cuban bread? Bruschette? Hell, even matzo!
These days, I'm very careful. 100% whole grain? Flatbreads? Herb-infused breads? Oh and those breads that pretend to be pizza? Corn and wheat tortillas? All designed to enhance the sandwich experience.
Sourdough bread for a burger or an Asiago bagel, life is just incomplete without bread. I don't think I've encountered a bread that wasn't useful in some way.
Thank you, Bread, for enhancing my waistline.
