This post resonated with me. In our house, the bread came from the “Hostess” Day Old Bread Store in a neighboring town. Mom and one of my brothers would visit the store every few weeks and buy all the day old bread our car would hold. It was a bargain costing pennies on the dollar. What was not eaten within a reasonable time was fed to our hogs.
Just as in this story, several cookie sheets full of bread slices went into the oven to be toasted most morning, but our slices were just plain old white bread. We didn’t have the luxury of raisins and our peanut butter came in big jars from government surplus that was passed out to all the poor folks in our county so it was a bit stale not crunchy. Mom would spread half the slices with butter and sprinkle it with a mixture of sugar and cinnamon and the rest was smeared with peanut butter. I always tried to grab one of each so I could make it into a sandwich. The sugar made the peanut butter taste better and was less messy that way.
Most mornings we barely had time to grab our slice or two as we headed for the door to make the long trek down the road to the bus stop. If we were lucky, there would still be a few slices on the tray for those that got through the door first after school.
Yesterday morning I found myself toasting several slices of my favorite 12-grain bread and spreading on some peanut butter and strawberry jam. Hadn’t done that in ages. Last night I caught my hubby doing the same (said he saw what I did and gave it a try).Perhaps tomorrow I will add some sugar and cinnamon and make enough for both of us. I might even use the oven.
Even in the poorest homes, good memories can abide.
Yummmmm! ... Well, except for the raisin bread!
ReplyDeleteWhen Troy was a baby, his dad and I were frequent visitors to Mrs. Baird's 'used bread' store. He had an dilapidated chest-style deep freeze, we'd fill with the loaves and fried pies.
Sometimes especially in those homes. I remember my mother making toast in the oven -- sometimes it got a little dark what my dad called 'beautifully brown'. Sometimes mom had to scrape the burn off before we could eat it.
ReplyDeleteI used to go to the returned bread store up until the time all four of our kids had left home . But it was better bread than what my mom had (whole grain for us -- my kids never knew what white bread was). I still love peanut butter -- we eat it most mornings. (On toast made in the pop up toaster of course - we're uptown folk now.)
We had the same bread with cinnamon and sugar.(never raisin bread though) And we never had peanut butter. My mom was too proud to get any of the government help! We loved that bread though. It was a treat! Thanks for the memory. I might just pop into the kitchen and make a slice or two.
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