My blog entries are starting to remind me of Charlie Weaver's "Letters From Mama". Most of my readers probably don't know who that is, so here's a sample:
I used to think he was hilarious; nowadays he barely makes me smile with his cornball lines.
Anyhow. I've been thinking perhaps I should just think of my blog as a letter with random observations, little pieces of my life like the drivel I pass along on Facebook all the time (and would probably do better consolidating on this blog). If I start doing that, I'm going to have to make notes to myself, or I'll forget things I want to tell the world.
Today I must tell you about the wonderful bread we discovered.
I've complained frequently on this blog about store-bought bread. There was a time when bread was soft, fresh, and delicious for a week or more after you bought it, although it would eventually mold. I remember as a kid I'd grab a slice of bread, peel off the crust, and make little dough-balls out of the rest, it was that soft. Then I'd roll up the crust, which I'd tried to get off in one long piece, like you roll up cinnamon rolls.
During our recent trip to Minnesota, we ran out of bread. Our motel was in New Ulm, where we went looking for a grocery store. The one we found uses customer loyalty cards similar to the ones our local Price Chopper issues. The prices were pretty high anyway, but without a card they were even higher. I couldn't find our usual (lousy) Wonder Bread, so I randomly grabbed a loaf of Sara Lee Butter Bread ($3.50). Folks, it was the best mistake I've ever made. Not only was it soft and fresh when I bought it, it remained soft and fresh for over ten days here at home (and didn't mold, but I think these days there's an additive that prevents mold). Of course I went looking for it locally. Dave's, our nearest grocery store, didn't have it. Neither did the nearest Walmart, but it's a small one, so perhaps other Walmarts carry it. I told Cliff, "If anybody has it, Price Chopper will."
Price Chopper is about 25 miles away, but the other day we were in Blue Springs and I struck gold. There it was.
Honestly, I may as well throw our bread machine away now. I only bought it because we couldn't find any bread that seemed fresh to us, and every once in awhile home-made bread made up for that. However, I don't trust Sara Lee to keep making decent bread forever, so I'm keeping the machine. Too many times I've looked and looked for just the right thing, found it, and then they've stopped making it.
I'm almost in the mood to have sandwiches for lunch after all the talk about good bread, but I'll go ahead with what I had planned.