One cannot live on bread alone | Living with Gleigh
February 10, 2013 · Updated 9:06 PM
I don’t know why bread is such an issue for my family. I have the hardest time finding a type of bread everyone will eat consistently. Members of my family are not cooperating and I am finished trying to indulge all their different bread habits.
At our peak bread time this week we had sandwich rolls, flat bread, whole wheat white, some sort of pumpernickel, taco shells, rice cakes, Dave's Killer bread and hot dog buns stacked in the bread bowl on the kitchen counter.
Needless to say, this didn't all fit in the bread bowl and even a family of four can't work their way through that much bread.
I noticed the first signs of imminent doom for this pile of carbs in the trash yesterday. The sandwich rolls had gotten moldy (I rescued them for the compost, as I know how difficult it is for members of my family to throw stuff away in the compost when it's RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TRASH CAN).
I also composted the end of a loaf of the whole wheat white bread; it’s such moist bread that by the time I get to the end of the loaf I’m sure there is unseen mold mocking me and eating it seems like a bad idea. I started buying it because it does have fiber in it, but it has taken me two years to realize my kids have rejected it. I put the hot dog buns in the freezer after we were done eating hot dogs. Even after these items were tossed or securely stashed in the freezer, the bread bowl was still overflowing.
So this morning, I dug deep into the bowl and found moldy flat bread, crushed taco shells and some other unidentifiable bread-like substance. Now that the bowl pile is manageable, I must figure out where the breakdown (or lack of breakdown due to lack of use) in the bread pile is occurring.
My husband has not been making sandwiches and keeps trying to convince me he is by telling me he has "sandwiches" at work. But what he really has are Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwiches. He's being lazy about making a real sandwich for lunch, so he takes 3 or 4 breakfast sandwiches with him and eats them for breakfast and lunch.
We get in heated arguments over this, because when I accuse him of not making sandwiches for lunch he tells me he has sandwiches already at work. He somehow thinks I think he made extra sandwiches and left them at work, when I know it's just breakfast sandwiches and what I really want him to do is admit he's not making real sandwiches (phew).
The point of that last paragraph is that my husband is not utilizing the pile of bread I have on my kitchen counter. But neither are my kids: my oldest has taken to making homemade "lunchables," which is just lunch meat, cheese and crackers thrown into a plastic container and my youngest has been eating leftover dinner stuff (which is really weird for her and a whole different column).
I usually have a piece of toast every morning, but I'm not a fan of sandwiches and since I'm at home and have use of microwaves, stoves, and knives, I don't need to eat a sandwich every day.
So I give up. Today is grocery shopping day and I am not buying any bread. I need to let our stock die out and see what my family is subsisting on before I bring anymore flat carbohydrates into our home.
It has become obvious to me that one cannot live on bread alone; at least my family doesn't.
Gretchen Leigh is a stay-at-home mom who lives in Covington. She has nothing better to do than contemplate what bread her family will eat. You can also read more of her writing and her daily blog on her website livingwithgleigh.com or on Facebook at “Living with Gleigh.” Her column is available every week at maplevalleyreporter.com under the Lifestyles section.