A few weeks ago, I sent out a desperate tweet: Why, why doesn’t any big bakery make slider buns? And then I added to my 100 characters, “Get on it , Pepperidge Farm. ”
And you know who tweeted back? Pepperidge Farm! The actual Pepperidge Farm! They took time out of their busy baking day to respond to me, a loyal customer and fan. The response was almost instantaneous! I was stunned to read: Yes, Lian, we make slider buns!
Yes, Lian?! Pepperidge Farm knew my name! And, they made slider buns. How had I missed them?
Then I responded, “Where can I buy them in Pasadena?’
Then, my tweeps at Pepperidge Farm had sad news. No fresh bakery products in my part of the world from PF.
My hopes dashed, though I should have known better. I have been searching the grocery store shelves for Very Thin White Bread for the 25 years that I have lived in the West, never finding a single loaf. But the tweet gave me hope. I am Pepperidge Farm Girl from birth. Literally, the house where I was born was just a few miles down a Connecticut country road from the original Pepperidge Farm, or as we called it, Mrs. Rudkin’s farm, she being the founder of PF. The countless hours I spent in the back of my mom’s station wagon, shuttling my 7 older siblings to and fro, resulted in hundreds of trips past Maggie Rudkin’s. My mother always called out, “There’s Pepperidge Farm!”
We swore we could smell the bread– though I think Grandma Rudkin had long since turned over the baking to other hands!
Soon, Geri at Pepperidge Farm and I started tweeted back and forth, she sending me recipes for puff pastry alternatives to slider buns. Me gushing about the fantastic job Pepperidge Farm has done with the Goldfish brand extensions. My communiques brought back a flood of Pepperidge Farm memories. The Deviled Ham- on- Pepperidge Farm molasses bread sandwiches my mom used to make me for lunch ( I see now it was her devilish plan to get me to make my own lunch: PB&J on Very Thin White Bread). My brother Brendan’s time working the night shift at Pepperidge Farm during his college years, loading up the trucks with baked goods and bringing home bags of stuff from the company store. And, of course, the Milanos I consumed during college, some of which I am still working off.
After tweeting with Pepperidge Farm, I was homesick and hungry. But happy. My sister Liz got in on the excitement, calling me from an airport lounge and asking breathlessly, “Was that really Pepperidge Farm that tweeted back?”
Yes, I could confirm. It really was Pepperidge Farm.
And, when I talked to my mom, the word had spread. “I heard you’ve been talking to Pepperidge Farm. Do you ask about the Very Thin White Bread?”
I still haven’t found my slider buns here in California. But I have found a new friend: Geri and her tweeple at Pepperidge Farm.
Hmm, I wonder if Pepperidge Farm knows Fudgie the Whale?
Embracing My Chaos, Lian
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