Every time I go to Utah I am required by matrimonial law to bring home a suitcase of the “good bread”. Only available in Utah and not available to order (as far as I know) Grandma Sycamore bread is truly the bread of the gods. We will be eating this stuff in heaven. Thick, white and wonderful, it makes the best cinnamon toast ever! People in Utah just don’t understand how good they have it!
I always know we’re low on bread when Joey suggests that I go visit my family. Ya, I don’t really think he cares if I visit my family, he just wants his bread. Usually I can get six loafs in a carry on suitcase. Those six loafs are rationed and used sparingly. Not for use with your average weekday lunch when you might be rushed, the bread is usually saved for weekends and special occasions when it can be savored and enjoyed.
So when the flight attendant wanted to check my carryon under the plane yesterday I had to kindly explain that this was not an option as I had a suitcase full of bread for my husband. All I have to say is that I’m a really good wife!