Trimbo : As a kid I thought it was the printing press the greatest invention. I wasn’t fond of beer at 12. It’s amazing how beer can change history.

Stuart MacDiarmid: Russell I can certainly relate to that! I still think the printing press is awesome. I prefer the printed word to the electronic.

Trimbo : Sliced bread must be close.

Impørt Viking: Never heard of a pizza wheel, I assume? A wheel goes better with pizza than with beer, methinks.

Impørt Viking: That doesn't say anything about the greatness of any invention, by the way, just about pairing them. 😁

Stuart MacDiarmid: Russell I actually remember the first time my Mum brought home some of this new-fangled sliced bread. It was amazing! So neat and even!

Stuart MacDiarmid: Import V. Cause and effect, chain of events/ All of the chaos makes perfect sense ...

Trimbo : Stuart. Sliced bread. You must have thought it was a gimmick at first. Who would have thought it was to catch on with your mum.

Impørt Viking: To me, sliced bread is horror. I love thick chunks of bread to spill too much nutella on. Good, fresh, tasty bread with a crispy crust! Yum!

EvDu the RI Brewmonger: Wouldn’t it be more the bread slicer as the invention rather than the bread itself?

Anders Norell: Best way is to chop the bread with a sharp axe. Be careful Eugene!!

Trimbo : EvDu the R. Yes, you are right. However, the bread slicer is synonymous with slices, just like the printing press with print.

Impørt Viking: Anders N. He'll be fine if he sets the controls for the heart of the sun first. Or maybe that was Arnold Layne.

EvDu the RI Brewmonger: i was splitting hairs, Russell but i like your agreement. at least with the printing press one, they honor it correctly. poor bread slicer

Impørt Viking: EvDu the R. Did you use a bread slicer to split them? 😁

EvDu the RI Brewmonger: hahah! yes import v!

Stuart MacDiarmid: Russell not at all! We embraced slice bread as a true modern wonder.

Stuart MacDiarmid: Import V. Sliced bread is a thing of my childhood. We had two kinds of bread; white and brown. Identical except one was a tan colour. Bland.

Stuart MacDiarmid: EvDu the R. You’re correct, except it was only the product that we saw. Never questioned the ‘how’.

Stuart MacDiarmid: Russell you said it better!

Stuart MacDiarmid: Anders N. You’d need a Gränsfors axe for Finnish bread!

Stuart MacDiarmid: Import V. Did you know that tetrapiloctomy is the art of splitting a hair four ways?

EvDu the RI Brewmonger: i had to google that one Stuart! "As is common knowledge, tetrapyloctomy is the art of splitting a hair four ways. Not quite as useful as...

Stuart MacDiarmid: EvDu the R. We should start a movement to rehabilitate the bread slicer! The Popular Front for the Liberation of Bread Slicers, the PFLBS!

EvDu the RI Brewmonger: pylocatabasis (the art of being saved by a hair)"

EvDu the RI Brewmonger: Yes Stuart! PFLBS forever! ahahaha

Impørt Viking: Stuart M. To me, as a bread lover, that sounds like hell. Im happy we have more choice nowadays!

Stuart MacDiarmid: EvDu the R. The spelling on Google is wring! It should be ‘pilo’, from the Latin ‘pilus’, a hair. True.

Impørt Viking: Stuart M. EvDu the R. I guess piloctophobia is fear of hair then?

Stuart MacDiarmid: Import V. Oh my God yes! I visited Germany in ‘76 and met bread. Real bread! Glorious bread. Brown was brown.

Impørt Viking: Stuart M. Not to be confused with the Peoples Front for the Liberation of Bread Slicers!

Stuart MacDiarmid: Import V. We have great bread here now, perhaps spoiled for choice. But still no really good rye bread.

Stuart MacDiarmid: Import V. The ‘oct’ would suggest fear of hair cutting.

Impørt Viking: Stuart M. One thing my parents had in common was appalling cooking skills. Bread kept me alive in my youth. 😊

Impørt Viking: Stuart M. A fear of barbers then. 😁 Pilophobia just for hair then.

Stuart MacDiarmid: EvDu the R. ‘Catabasis’ suggests a Greek derivation. But ‘pylo’ is from the Greek ‘pulon’, a gate.

Trimbo : Import V. Same

Stuart MacDiarmid: Import V. Sad to hear that. My mum was an excellent cook, especially for New Zealand in the early ‘50s, when everyone ate mutton daily.

Impørt Viking: My parents really had no idea. Salt was something exotic, spices non-existent and sauce never heard of.

Impørt Viking: Plus that all was grossly overcooked and everyday was nearly the same. I'll never eat a boiled potato in my life again, so to say.

Stuart MacDiarmid: Import V. My mum was English working class. But was fascinated by exotic foods. She worked next to Wellington’s only delicatessen ...

Stuart MacDiarmid: ... she was cooking with oil when everyone we knew cooked in mutton fat or lard. She’d buy stuff that look exotic just to try it. ...

Stuart MacDiarmid: ... I learned to cook through hanging out watching her making exotic new dishes.