My mother never allowed us to eat Wonder Bread. First of all, she didn't approve of the light-weight white flour sliced bread. You know... the kind you could wad up in your hands to form a big blob of dough to eat. Then there came a time when some renters ditched out of an apartment my parents had rented out. It was about a month before they knew for certain the renters were not returning, so my mom and I went in to clean out the stray items left behind in their hasty exit. In the kitchen cupboards, mom found a loaf of Wonder Bread. After all that time, it was not even moldy.
Now some might claim that as a testament as to how "wonder"ful the bread was since it lasted so long. But in reality, it was a testament as to how many chemicals and preservatives were in a loaf of that bread. That clinched the Wonder Bread Ban at our house.
We didn't suffer too much, though...my mom made terrific homemade bread. I have fond memories of sitting around the kitchen table, eating mom's freshly made mulit-grain bread with homemade jam. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm! Mom developed her own recipe for the multi-grain bread and was often told she ought to market it, but she never did.
Making sandwiches out of homemade bread was a little tougher since it was hard to slice it thin enough, so we had store bought bread too. But usually not the fluffy white stuff.
Between seeing the Wonder Bread in the grocery cart and making homemade rye bread yesterday, then trying my hand at homemade raisin bread today, I'm missing my mom. And wondering if she ever wrote down the recipe for her famous bread. Sure wish I had the recipe, and definitely wish I had my mom.
