For about 10 years I drank my coffee every day out of an Entenmann’s mug – that being most of college and a good stretch afterwards. My grandparents would mail away the barcodes and eventually stockpiled quite a cache. So when I broke #1 after five years or so (I was washing it – hastily! – in my old apt on Mulberry Street – still a sad memory…), #2 was there (pictured) ready for me.
That one finally cracked a bit (again, careless…), and now it holds my keys. Two years ago I decided it was time for a change and switched to my current mug – from Polly’s Pancake Parlor.
Anyway, point is, my old Entenmann’s #2 looked nice in the sun, so gave it a closer look, and noticed for the first time (albeit a bit blurry) that Entenmann’s fancy cakes were originally from Flatbush.