Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Jesus would have loved Wonder Bread



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 Jesus would have loved Wonder Bread


“Whenever a person goes into a delicatessen and

orders pastrami on white bread, somewhere a

Jew dies.”--Milton Berle.


All my life,

I have been grateful

to the Earl of Sandwich

for providing me

with the perfect meal.


I once made a sandwich

out of cold mashed potatoes

and peanut butter.


My mother baked bread with white flour.

My grandmother baked bread

with whole wheat flour,

which still has

the fiber and nutrients

in it.


I guess white flour

is what’s left

after most of the fiber

has been pressed

and processed out of it.


As a dumb kid,

I preferred my mother’s white bread

to my grandmother’s heavily grained bread.

At school, compounding my stupidity,

I would trade my homemade bread sandwiches

for anything on Wonder Bread.


In college, I was introduced 

to the unleavened

breads of the Middle East, 

flat and yeastless.

I liked it. 

Somehow I felt more

spiritual

while munching on it.


Glenn Buttkus


Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub

14 comments:

calmkate said...

lol your quote cracked me up ... I do like middle eastern breads but Indians ones offer greater variety ... I always preferred wholegrain breads, your poor mum!

Great old poster

sarah said...

I know you're joking, but bread has always had a spiritual dimension, hasn't it? My dad used to make rock-hard wholemeal bread. Not good - slightly better toasted.

indybev said...

I grew up on white bread. Now the darker the better. I LOVE pumpernickel! Enjoyed the humor in your poem!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Love the lightheartedness of this one, Glenn! It's glorious, well paced and incredibly brilliant! 💝💝

JadeLi said...

I never met a bread I didn't like. These days my preferred is sourdough. Nice cruise down the bread lane, Glenn.

Grace said...

I love different types of bread too Glenn.

Poetry for Healing said...

Bread is like a drug to me. Once I start, I can not stop. The nuttier and fruitier the better. I too grew up on white bread. Who knew?

brudberg said...

I eat much better now than ever my mother or grandmother made me... but now we bake our own bread... my bread has only three ingredients... flour water and salt... but the I’ve taken the time to make my own sourdough

Kim M. Russell said...

I’m back on the diabetic diet, no bread, potatoes or pasta for me, and I’m missing bread. I grew up on so-called Wonder Bread, it was all my mum could afford. I discovered real bread when I lived in Germany and now I love rye bread, pumpernickel, wholegrain and all sorts of exciting bread, my husband's delicious homemade bread… Sorry, I was getting a little overwrought there. Your poem is a bit of a tease this morning, Glenn, my third day of diet, and my husband didn’t help either with his toast!

Misky said...

Soft white bread was pitched at upwardly mobile families because it cost more to process the fibre out of the flour and then bleach it. Thankfully people have realised that this marketing ploy is piffle. However ... as a kid nothing beat toasted white bread with butter dripping off it.

robkistner said...

Loved Rainbow White Bread when I was young. Now it’s Oroweat Oat Nut bread. And I do love me some vital women. I married a college basketball scholarship winner, who played fast-pitch softball and ran track. Man, at 57, she is still buff and cut at 5’5” 120 lbs. Fast and strong.

A Reading Writer said...

i can totally relate to this poem! love how you honoured the wheat from its whole wheat to refined flour and the journey of its nutrients

Jenna said...

This poem is delicious. :) I enjoyed the humor.

lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.com said...

Oh Glenn! You've hit the jackpot as far as I'm concerned with this one!!!! From the Milton Berle quotation, which is hilarious; to the illustration of a Wonder Bread Wonder Woman who somehow also brings to mind Rosie the Riveter to me....to your words reminiscing about how you used to trade kids for their Wonderbread sandwiches!!!! My father took the 6 AM train from Waukegan, Illinois to Chicago 5 days a week from the time he was 25 until he retired at 55. He ALWAYS made and packed the same lunch that included a Wonderbread sandwich of Oscar Meyer bologne and Helmanns mayonaise and butter. Have you ever bought a loaf of that bread, and then when you got it home, squeezed it? It turns into a mass of squishy pulp....takes all the air out of it. I look at it now in the store and can't imagine how I used to eat it!!!! LOVED your take on this prompt! :)