Hillbilly Bread

When I was a teenager, our family of eight consumed huge amounts of food, especially since friends also raided our refrigerator. In Milwaukee, Mom ordered milk six days a week. We lived on the border between milk routes, so took deliveries Mon/Wed/Fri from one and Tue/Thur/Sat from another. I drank milk at every meal, sometimes two glasses. In Seattle, I lived at home in the summers of 1966 and 1967 when four teenage boys were in the house. Mom packed lunches for my construction and factory jobs. I always ate three sandwiches: cheese spread, meat, and peanut butter and jelly. Looking back, I am amazed. Not that I ate three sandwiches (plus other items) at every lunch break but that Mom made them for me. She did give me grocery money and required me to regularly shop for staples like bread, milk, and eggs. I was amused to discover Hillbilly Bread. So I bought it exclusively, a couple loaves at a time. I figured our family alone would cause a huge spike in demand for what I thought was an obscure brand. When my brother Kevin realized I was the one buying all the Hillbilly Bread in the house, he complained to our parents. Since my Mom was allergic to wheat, I figured she would not care but Hillbilly Bread was banned for no good reason. I am very competitive and was extremely annoyed to lose that debate, even though I was known for eating whatever bread (or food) I was served. Hillbilly Bread is still going strong but I have not knowingly eaten it since 1967. So I must finally concede that I was incredibly arrogant to expect all seven bread eaters to consume only Hillbilly Bread for my amusement when I clearly had no personal preference for it whatsoever.