When I was at school in England, there was fresh bread every morning. I would eat it toasted or not, but usually with butter. Fresh bread is a pretty basic thing, but it was really good. Of course, I wasn't eating anything terribly exciting at school, just the usual cafeteria fare. In fact, on Wednesdays they would serve a few pieces of cheesy toast and some soup (basically hot water that had touched some vegetables at some point. I started referring to Wednesday as "Starvation Day".
But yesterday, I was enjoying a well-buttered piece of toast, and I remembered this really tasty bread. I enjoy appreciating simple things like this. It's not something I do often enough. Something simple, basic, fresh, and directly connnected to the basic senses (taste and smell, mostly).
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