{"id":89656,"date":"2015-09-10T14:00:34","date_gmt":"2015-09-10T18:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=89656"},"modified":"2015-09-10T14:13:07","modified_gmt":"2015-09-10T18:13:07","slug":"ashes-to-ashes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2015\/09\/10\/ashes-to-ashes\/","title":{"rendered":"Ashes to Ashes"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_89671\" style=\"width: 610px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/wonder-cut.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-89671\" class=\"wp-image-89671\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/wonder-cut.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"352\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/wonder-cut.png 1290w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/wonder-cut-300x176.png 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/09\/wonder-cut-1024x600.png 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-89671\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A vintage ad for Wonder Bread.<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I was surprised and touched, when I returned from a two-week trip, to find that a loaf of Wonder Bread had grown a furry cloak of blue-green mold. <!--more--><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019d cleaned out the fridge before we left, regretfully tossing out half-and-half dregs and old half cartons of Kung Pao chicken, and placing a few things\u2014more respectable loaves, for instance, and a container of almonds\u2014in the freezer.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And then there had been the orgy of pre-vacation cooking. When we left, summer produce was at its cheapest, ripest, and most seductive. Even knowing I\u2019d be leaving, I\u2019d filled my kitchen with stone fruit and tomatoes and corn, and it reproached me from the counter, insolently dying before my eyes. As Julia Reed puts it, \u201cthere\u2019s almost a moral obligation to consume such wondrous bounty, but Mother Nature moves a lot faster than we do.\u201d I gave away what I could. Then I threw some fruits in vodka and baked others, and canned, and made corn relish, and ate tomato sandwiches at every meal. In fact, I\u2019d been assured by an authoritative-sounding online stranger that the best way to consume a peak tomato was on Wonder Bread, with lots of mayonnaise. And so I\u2019d bought my first Wonder Bread, and lavished it with mayonnaise\u2014which I hate\u2014and dutifully ate them for several meals.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In short, I\u2019d been prepared for summer decay, and when I read about the heat wave consuming the area and thought of my un-air-conditioned little kitchen, I was glad I had. A small, corrupt part of me was glad to be missing the last of the tomatoes, and the corn, and the riot of gorgeous, ephemeral zinnias.<\/p>\n<p>Then I came home, and there on the counter was the furry, gaily-wrapped loaf.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Of course it had gone bad. What had I expected? The truth is, I\u2019m not sure: I guess the part of me that grew up without such luxurious chemical foodstuffs had subconsciously ascribed to them a sort of magic. Yes, the preservatives were wicked\u2014but so wondrous, too! One heard tales of ancient, intact Twinkies still miraculously \u201cfresh,\u201d and Coke working on teeth like vats of acid. These stories were intended to frighten, to dismiss, to scorn\u2014but in a way they imbued the products with special power.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I knew the loaf was old\u2014of course I did. But I\u2019d bought into its mystique. It was so willfully divorced from the dicta of the natural that I had believed, in some small way, in its immortality. But it behaved just like any other bread. No chemical works forever. My heart clutched with pity, and with gladness, I threw it away and knew that it wouldn\u2019t rot in the garbage can. It would just sort of \u2026 embalm.<\/p>\n<p><em>Sadie Stein is contributing editor of <\/em>The Paris Review<em>, and the <\/em>Daily<em>\u2019s correspondent<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was surprised and touched, when I returned from a two-week trip, to find that a loaf of Wonder Bread had grown a furry cloak of blue-green mold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":178,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13115],"tags":[19396,19399,19397,115,19394,19398,92,123,19400,19395],"class_list":["post-89656","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-our-daily-correspondent","tag-bread","tag-chemicals","tag-decay","tag-food","tag-preservatives","tag-rot","tag-summer","tag-travel","tag-urban-legends","tag-wonder-bread"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO Premium plugin v25.4 (Yoast SEO v25.4) - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>Wondering at Wonder Bread<\/title>\n<meta name=\"description\" content=\"September 10, 2015 \u2013 I was surprised and touched, when I returned from a two-week trip, to find that a loaf of Wonder Bread had grown a furry cloak of blue-green mold. 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