Floaty, wafting white bread. The stuff of blanched dreams. Gently puff-landing in the toaster slot and ~ poif, poif, pop, poof, popping ~ up again with its eyes peeled for butter and jam. Not brainy, this bread. For those who awake groggy and not looking for something with serious bite. More brainlike, impressionable. Press your thumb in and leave a smooth, dense doughmass, almost shiny.
Brains are softer than soft. Delicious too. You can hardly buy them though, cause skulls are hard. Mining a calf’s brain is not worth its price, apparently. A shame for your average grocery shopper like me. A brain is a terrible thing to waste.
Should you wake up talking (not naming any names here), your brain hankering for super-nutricells, 
you find them in this. It will even penetrate a vacation-addled mind.
Or this. The orange soda will drive you.
Far from home in a no-sandwich zone.
The Lunch Encounter 
The mind is a wonderful thing to taste. Wherefore the bananas pictured? They look vaguely brain-like. And to think that there is sandwich deficiency out there. Sounds like an opportunity…