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by Chris Waters COUNTRY GRAIN, MADE WITH BUTTERMILK, THIN SANDWICH, 100% WHOLE WHEAT, LIGHT WHEAT, LIGHT WHITE, LIGHT SOURDOUGH. No, COUNTRY STYLE ENRICHED WONDER BREAD for me, red, yellow, blue balloons, 70 CALORIES PER 1-OZ. SERVING, NO CHOLESTEROL, 100% VEGETABLE OIL, no monosodium glutemate, just CALCIUM PROPIONATE TO RETARD SPOILAGE for an outliving-the-shelf's-life shelf life. Donutlike, reassuming its shape after consumption; undonutlike, immune to liposuction; undonutlike, reassuming its shape after sitting on, after stress-relieving bashing, pre-Golden Gloves punching bag. "No," she says, fingering the register, "we don't carry it. It's my favorite too. Only place on the Island has it is Food Lion up in Kinnakeet but you have to get there right after delivery." Mademoiselle from Paris shrugs--surprise!--frowns. Maybe this is it, le cake anglais, not the dry gateau back home with fruit-pieces. G-rated, asexual, jellyfish-limp WONDER BREAD, erect only when, sticky, moist, dead, I roll it into a stick, hold it over the ferry railing, learning its true calling, held aloft, photographed. The laughing gull dares down, lifts it from my hand. |