let them eat cake bread
One great thing about living here in the desert is you get to wear t-shirts all year long, but the main topic for my second official post is inspired by none other than a stroll through the bread isle at Super Target. I usually find myself grocery shopping at Super Wal-Mart, simply because of its location and reasonably priced milk. However, on this pursuit of foodstuffs my brother and I decided to fix our aim on the prior.
After walking for some time we stopped to pick up a loaf of bread. As I pulled a package of Oroweat Seven Grain from the shelf, I glanced at the neighboring varieties. Healthy Multi-Grain, 100% Whole Wheat, Natural 100% Whole Wheat, Country Potato--the selection was quite extensive. My brother decided on the 12 Grain, and at that moment I felt a subtle seed of concern take root deep within. Which five grains was I about to forgo? And were they necessary nutrients only the other loaf could provide? Could the 71% increase in grain assortment be the sure choice and truly warrant a repick? Then I stopped and remembered, "It's a loaf of bread." I am happy to say I purchased the Seven Grain, and it was great.
That got me thinking about growing up and how my family was raised on white bread. Wheat was nothing but a last resort when the barrel of bleached meal would waste. For school lunches, I would rather have endured my grape-jelly-saturated slices of white baked goodness than be forced to consume any of that awful brown bread. As time went on, though, my tastes and I began to change. Pretty soon I was worrying about more important things like having a B.U.M. Equipment sweatshirt or jeans that were baggy enough to prove my coolness. Then came high school and girls and sports. College brought exams and work and broken hearts.
Now I find myself in the desert, but it's close to family and surrounded by good friends. I have lots of opportunity and lots of choices. Some are harder to make than others--especially when it's deciding between two good things. But I'm grateful to have options. Sometimes those five extra grains are good, and sometimes you already have all you need.
Now could someone please pass the boysenberry jam?
After walking for some time we stopped to pick up a loaf of bread. As I pulled a package of Oroweat Seven Grain from the shelf, I glanced at the neighboring varieties. Healthy Multi-Grain, 100% Whole Wheat, Natural 100% Whole Wheat, Country Potato--the selection was quite extensive. My brother decided on the 12 Grain, and at that moment I felt a subtle seed of concern take root deep within. Which five grains was I about to forgo? And were they necessary nutrients only the other loaf could provide? Could the 71% increase in grain assortment be the sure choice and truly warrant a repick? Then I stopped and remembered, "It's a loaf of bread." I am happy to say I purchased the Seven Grain, and it was great.
That got me thinking about growing up and how my family was raised on white bread. Wheat was nothing but a last resort when the barrel of bleached meal would waste. For school lunches, I would rather have endured my grape-jelly-saturated slices of white baked goodness than be forced to consume any of that awful brown bread. As time went on, though, my tastes and I began to change. Pretty soon I was worrying about more important things like having a B.U.M. Equipment sweatshirt or jeans that were baggy enough to prove my coolness. Then came high school and girls and sports. College brought exams and work and broken hearts.
Now I find myself in the desert, but it's close to family and surrounded by good friends. I have lots of opportunity and lots of choices. Some are harder to make than others--especially when it's deciding between two good things. But I'm grateful to have options. Sometimes those five extra grains are good, and sometimes you already have all you need.
Now could someone please pass the boysenberry jam?
posted by Robs at 4:19 PM
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