thenewgreen: When we think of the stuff that dreams are made on, we might think of the spirits that Shakespeare’s Prospero conjures up in “The Tempest”; we might think of stars, rainbows, maybe even wishing wells, but what probably doesn’t leap to mind is a loaf of Wonder Bread. And yet, ever since the invention of the mass-manufactured loaf of white bread in the 1920s, that spongy tasteless loaf has been a way in which Americans have defined themselves and one another.
I'd take issue with the "tasteless" part. It may not be the most flavorful thing, but it certainly has it's own taste, at least Wonderbread does. It's almost hoppy. If I want to immediately be brought back to my child-self, all I need to do is make a fried bologna sandwich with Wonderbread and yellow mustard.I am a self professed "foodie," but if I see a fried bologna sandwich on a menu, and I have a few times, I always order it. White bread has its place in my life and always will.