Another company came out with a new gluten-free white bread and I had a $2 coupon for a loaf of it. Well, I thought, two dollars is two dollars, so I will buy a loaf. It was $7 a loaf, so I only had to spend $5 for it. That would be 60 cents a slice, if you paid $7 for the loaf. I was so excited about trying some bread that tasted like my mother used to bake. I didn’t sleep good last night, just thinking about my new discovery. Upon arising this morning, my aches and pains were replaced with anxiety and apprehension.
After perking my cup of coffee, pouring it and toasting two slices of this bread, I smothered both slices of this toast with imitation butter and my own homemade strawberry freezer jam. The moment of truth was upon me. What I discovered next was exactly what I had expected. After taking one bite of this toast, my dream bubble was popped. This toast tasted just like a dish cloth. For anyone to think that this country has progressed and become the most admired country in the world, I have this to add to our repertoire.
As a teenage boy in the 1940s, I spent 8 hours a day, hoeing field corn by hand in the baking sun. We were paid 50 cents a day. After 70 years, this same generation is in their 80s, and those who are diagnosed with Celiac and are confined to a gluten-free diet must pay 60 cents a slice for the bread they eat every day. Does the cost of living allowance mean something besides a drink that was created and patented in Atlanta, Ga., when a large loaf of bread sold for 19 cents?
Weldon C. Cohick Jr.