Before we were all worried about eating too many carbs or having our 36 grams of daily fiber, there was one consistent thing in our lives - WONDER BREAD. That white bag covered in primary colored bubbles was a little pillow of divine goodness.
It made the best PB&J sandwiches, sometimes double decker. That horrible Goober Grape swirled mess would not due - only Peter Pan with Welch's grape jelly. Being a reformed WB junkee, I even remember taking a slice, balling it up into dough balls with the crust marbling through the doughy goodness, and just eating it like that. SICK, right? WB's sister in crime was Miracle Whip Salad Dressing - creamy, white goodness. Fried bologna. Tomatoes with salt and pepper. Fried eggs with ketchup. Liverwurst. Virginia ham with Colby cheese. The combos were endless. If you were feeling for more minimal fare, a plain ketchup or Miracle Whip sandwich would hit the spot. At school, we would trade our WB sandwiches with friends like they were trading cards. (I was always so embarrassed by the reused aluminum foil or baggies my parents would use).
But alas, in the days of healthier living, I have bid WB and her evil cohorts adieu. She has been replaced with her whole grain cousins who are tasty and healthier. Now don't get me wrong, I can wreak havoc on a baguette, a piece of Italian bread with olive oil and a dash of salt or even on those trashy crescent rolls in the can, but I try to limit them.
Now why in the hell was I thinking of this - this is what happens when your brain is overloaded with dresses, new shoulder shapes and skirt lengths........
It made the best PB&J sandwiches, sometimes double decker. That horrible Goober Grape swirled mess would not due - only Peter Pan with Welch's grape jelly. Being a reformed WB junkee, I even remember taking a slice, balling it up into dough balls with the crust marbling through the doughy goodness, and just eating it like that. SICK, right? WB's sister in crime was Miracle Whip Salad Dressing - creamy, white goodness. Fried bologna. Tomatoes with salt and pepper. Fried eggs with ketchup. Liverwurst. Virginia ham with Colby cheese. The combos were endless. If you were feeling for more minimal fare, a plain ketchup or Miracle Whip sandwich would hit the spot. At school, we would trade our WB sandwiches with friends like they were trading cards. (I was always so embarrassed by the reused aluminum foil or baggies my parents would use).
But alas, in the days of healthier living, I have bid WB and her evil cohorts adieu. She has been replaced with her whole grain cousins who are tasty and healthier. Now don't get me wrong, I can wreak havoc on a baguette, a piece of Italian bread with olive oil and a dash of salt or even on those trashy crescent rolls in the can, but I try to limit them.
Now why in the hell was I thinking of this - this is what happens when your brain is overloaded with dresses, new shoulder shapes and skirt lengths........
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