as a drunken college cripple, I and some Friends-who-were-up-to-no-good broke into a dining hall and made some grilled cheeses with very processed cheese product and some breads that were stale because the fresh stuff was locked in a place we could not get at...we could see it, but could not get the fresh bread. The grilling process helped hide the staleness, but seeing the fresh bread out of our reach was torturous much like what you must feel with panzer bread crusts. I hope you inherit a bakery sir from an aunt you dont know you have in Pennsylvania, with lots of pretzels.