Growing up in a Jewish household, we never had white sliced bread.
No. Seriously. Never. We had challah. Or onion rolls. Or pumpernickel. But white sliced? Never. The first time I tried white sliced bread was at a non-Jewish friend’s house. Slathered with mayonnaise and bologna… I really didn’t get the appeal.

30 years later, and I am still a rather large bread snob. The thing is, we’ve now moved to a predominately Italian area – which is an amazing place to be if you’re looking for pizza, but not the best place to find a babka, let alone some kosher bread.