A Mormon church meeting is a form of sensory deprivation. Members consider attendance to be a new species of personal sacrifice. Like prisoners of other tyrants, they are fed bread and water. They learn the endurance of flagpole sitters and consider it a virtue. The most important consideration is that the meeting not be too short for discomfort. No meaningful content is given. Speakers tend to drone and repeat useless bromides and intra-cult buzz words.
Children are scolded into conformity, and sculpted by tedium and punishment until they become the mannikin cyclists in matching suits and underwear.
I've had a sacrament of broken-up donuts in a tiny branch in Northern California.
Another time, the loaf the teacher? priest? (can't remember who's supposed to bring it in) was moldy, so we had wheat thins for the sacrament. I think the only 'rule' is that it has to be some kind of bread-derived product.
I recall one Sunday when someone took the time to make homemade bread for the Sacrament! It was wonderful and I thought a great gift of time and service.
They never did it again. Someone speculated that maybe it was a "health code" thing. I knew the people who made it and their home could have been a Kosher Bakery it was so clean.
Besides, we did potlucks all the time and never complained about "sanitary" issues.
Just another reason why the LDS church gets weird.