When I was six living in Bluefield, West Virginia, a bill board featured the Sunbeam Bread girl, whom I thought was the epitome of sophistication. Never mind the bread had the texture of cotton.
www.allrecipes.com/recipe/16245/anadama-bread/, a family oatmeal bread, johnny cakes, www.allrecipes.com/recipe/7694/johnny-cake/?internalSource=hub%20recipe&referringContentType=Search, and plain white bread. Before putting the loaves in the oven, she would fry small pieces that we would eat with maple syrup.
I never really knew what good store bought bread was until I moved to Europe. Even Randall's bakery in Reading had bread that was cottony.
When I lived in Stuttgart, a bakery was on the ground floor. German brotchen and dark breads were my first discoveries.
Now that I live in Southern France part time when I walk the dog in the early hours, fresh bread cooking smells are considered normal perfume. It makes me forgive the pup for getting me out of bed.
So give me my daily bread, fresh from the oven. Every now and then, I will make my grandmother's recipes...when I am really, really lucky, a friend will bring me a loaf of her fig bread.