My mother always made the bread in our family. But I remember a big treat during my childhood in the depression was store-bought bread. So was a piece of sliced toast. I am always fascinated to see how things I grew up on become the “in” thing. Everybody wants homemade bread now and we always wanted store-bought.
We didn’t have very big breakfasts on school days when I was growing up—it was usually just a biscuit and strawberry or blackberry jam. But Sundays were a different story. We had to wait to eat until after church, since it was a rule that you can’t have anything before holy communion. That’s not true today. So on Sundays, after church, we would come home and have eggs and grits and sometimes even chicken for breakfast.