Don't get me wrong; I'm a fan of the stuff. But everytime I go to the supermarket, the number of grains has multiplied exponentially. It's like the Mach-12 shaving razors people make fun of . . . there's no end to how much they can add in a Sisyphean effort to blow away the competition.
In this case, instead of razor blades, it's 10, 12, sometimes 15-grain baked goods. Eventually, it's going to stop being bread and all we'll be left with is something more like gargantuan granola bars that you have to eat with a pick axe.
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