I love Pepperidge Farm bread. IMO, it is the best mass-produced bread in America. Unfortunately for me, it’s not available west of the Rockies. Plenty of other PepFarm products are, but not the bread.
My mom used to send loaves to me when she and my dad lived in the east, but they’re in Vegas now. I could ask MIL, but there must be some reason that I’ve apparently forgotten why that’s not feasible. So when Mr. Rilch and I were at her house for Xmas this year, I snagged two “family size” loaves of white and a loaf of raisin. From a store, I mean, not from MIL’s house.
It was a looooooong drive back, and the car was crammed with luggage and so forth. We were supercareful both with the bread and with the posters we’d bought. No easy task, since, for safety’s sake, we unloaded most of what was in the car when we stopped at motels, then loaded it again in the morning. But we arrived with the bread and the posters both fully intact.
The night of the first full day we spent at home (a few days ago…I just now got around to posting this), I decided to make some toast as a bedtime snack. Crack open one of the loaves of white. Oh yeah, that’s the stuff. Pop in toaster, remove when it’s golden brown, spread with butter and red raspberry preserves (also acquired on the road).
Waitaminit…what’s this on the right-hand edges? Heh heh…that looks like…Well, I’ll just pick it off.
After consuming the toast, I examined the rest of the loaf.
Yes, you guessed right. A blister of blue-green mold, all along the side of the loaf. And it went deep; I’d gotten the only two slices that were passable. (Although they were somewhat…rigid…compared to what PepFarm bread should be.)
Where’s that tag? Here it is, where I tossed it under the sink.
Jan 2002.
God DAMN! Who the fuck let a loaf of bread sit on the shelf for a YEAR?! I remember a poster, a while back, explaining how those tags are color coded! Someone was supposed to note that this loaf had the wrong color tag, and fucking remove it!
The tag on the other white loaf says “Jan 2005”, so it should be okay. The raisin loaf is marked “Dec 2002”, so I’ll have to race against time. I did have two slices from that one, today, and it seemed all right. (No ill effects from the contaminated slices, either.)
But fuck sake, I drag three loaves of bread all the way across the country, only to find that one of them should have been tossed a year ago?! And furthermore, that’s three bucks down the fucking drain! Okay, technically, I could have checked the tag. But who the fuck goes around checking bread tags?!
(Friend’s .02: “Well, who goes around hoarding bread? Only you, Rilch! Jeez, you’d think it was World War Two! Next thing you’re gonna build an air-raid shelter in the back yard!”)
This is just the ultimate in frustration. Oh, I know it’s not, but crimeny…