Some people call money "dough," my dad calls money "bread." I don't know if this is common, but I find it funny. When I go home to visit, he'll always ask me before I leave if I "need any bread." I always say no, but he always asks.
Perhaps because I do not accept my dad's "bread," I find myself buying cheap real bread at the grocery store. Oh, how I love the good stuff, but these days I am on a budget, so I always end up getting what's on sale. This week it was Nature's Own Honey Wheat.