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Too Sweet

 Interesting story about some bread being too sweet to be bread. Such classification was desired for tax purposes apparently and failed to pass muster in court:

According to the Subway Ireland website, the chain's six-inch and footlong subs are available on six different kinds of bread, including nine-grain multi-seed, Italian white bread, Italian herbs and cheese, nine-grain wheat, hearty Italian, and honey oat. And, according to the country's Supreme Court, all six varieties are too sugary to legally be called "bread" at all.

Now being barred from bread status, it is no longer a staple food and so there are tax consequences. Makes you wonder if that fact of such product (legally bread or not) as sugary as it is, is good for the consumer. There was a time in my life when I was working on a project with a bunch of folks who did not want to think about lunch - it was always a six-inch sub. We went to the same store every day at the same time, the same group of five. There was an overwhelming preference for this meal - no fuss, no thinking, no planning required. Just get up and walk across the street. 

We followed the routine until the project was wrapped up. Maybe there was something about the nature of the work we were doing that put us in the collective robotic mode of operation. We had to deal with too much uncertainty and change each day at work to have the stamina left to think about lunch options. Subway was the obvious choice. After six months of this routine, I took a multi-year break from Subway. While I am no longer on the hiatus, it is not among the places I prefer to go if there are options.

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