Thanks to our family and several ladies in our church I have not had to cook meals these first few weeks after bringing Bobby home. It has been wonderful. When we didn’t have a meal provided or left overs, we’ve eaten sandwiches.
Jason had everything out to make the kids a quick sandwich for supper the other night when he realized we only had two slices of bread left in the whole house. I grabbed my purse and made a quick trip to the closest store that I thought would have bread. Normally we buy the healthiest loaves we can find. You know the 101 grain heavy breads. We’ve raised our kids on this kind of bread and they’ve always seemed to like it just fine.
At the drug store in which I found myself looking for a loaf of bread however, selection was limited. I grabbed the two that said “wheat” and hurried home. By the time I got back Jason had already fed the kids, but I was glad to have bread for the rest of the week. I am not looking forward to grocery shopping with all five!
The next day for lunch I made Grace (5) and Little Jason (3) a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Grace took a bite, closed her eyes in delight and said, “Mmm, Mom, how did you make this bread? I’m going to want another sandwich!” And she did! I had to laugh. After five years of healthy, heavy, grainy bread I would think that is what she would like best, but oh no she wonders why we’ve been holding out on her. I am curious though what her reaction would be if I bought Wonder bread! It makes me think they really were on to something when they came up with the name! It’s highly unlikely she’ll get the chance to try it around here though but…maybe at Grandma’s house!
Lori@ Teacher Turned Mommy says
I’m sure it’s the density difference. but that is too funny
Thank you for sharing your wonderful stories through the eyes of your children, it’s delightful to read. Please keep sharing with us! You are truly blessed. Happy Holidays to you and your family,
That’s funny, because when I was a kid, we only ate Wonder bread. When we finally tasted whole wheat bread, it was the biggest treat! I still can’t get enough of it today…
I think it’s a question of the grass being greener on the other side.
Not at this grandma’s, but maybe at the other one. We eat the healthy heavy kind and prefer it except for your homemade white bread.
I left you a comment after the “Tell the Truth” story, just in case you don’t look at the ones from a few days back.
Someone gave us some cereal last week (we eat only homemade granola, grits, cheese toast, french toast or waffles) and they were sooooo excited.
“We got cereal” I think they even told someone just stopping by later.
My husband tells about when his family moved from a ranch in Oklahoma, where his mother baked homemade light bread every day, to Edinburg, Texas,and they tasted store-bought loaf bread for the first time. He and his siblings thought it was wonderful and declared that it tasted like cake. They wanted this kind from now on! After about a week, they started begging their mother to bake bread again, but she never did.