Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I grew up eating wheat toast. Not the grainy wheat with little chunks in it, but just simple wheat toast. My mom felt very good feeding us that as white bread was what they fed prisoners, or so she would tell us. A funny thing has happened, as my siblings and I have gotten older most of us now eat white bread. I guess it was a treat that she never let us have so now we all eat it. But I think just about anyone must admit, certain things such as grilled cheese definitely taste better on a good white bread.
My mother-in-law is the epitome of healthy eating. She eats fresh fruits and vegetables daily, she hardly eats sweets and when she does she cuts the sugar in half and she does not eat white bread. Whenever she comes to visit I buy her a loaf of bread that she likes. The last time they came to visit there was a brand of healthy bread on sale for $.99! So I happily bought it.
Well as anyone that has kids knows, something about what Grandma and Grandpa does is intriguing and wonderful. So Melidee would make herself toast and the kids would want pieces of it, they would usually just about eat the whole thing. Lucas loved Grandma's "Sweet Toast" as he would call it. Now I am not sure why he started calling it this. I think he may have just misunderstood when she called it wheat toast.
Lucas is now hooked. Anytime he has toast, which with this boy is just about every day, he wants his sweet toast. One time I made the mistake of buying a different brand that had some chunks of grain and he informed me he did not want that wheat toast, he wanted his sweet toast!
So now not only do we buy two types of milk (better than three that we used to buy) but we buy two types of bread; white toast for mom and sweet toast for Lucas.