{"id":28426,"date":"2026-10-12T18:58:35","date_gmt":"2026-10-12T16:58:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/non-categorise\/bread-butter-and-memories\/"},"modified":"2026-10-12T18:58:35","modified_gmt":"2026-10-12T16:58:35","slug":"bread-butter-and-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/en\/chronicle\/bread-butter-and-memories\/","title":{"rendered":"Bread, Butter, and Memories"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">We know that everything has its roots in childhood. And during a tasting, a conversation took me so far back that I felt compelled to write. To share what had crossed my mind, without pretending to decipher every memory. It all came down to a simple slice of warm bread with a pat of butter.   <\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_28423\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-28423\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-large wp-image-28423\" src=\"https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/anna-jakutajc-wojtalik-7mh8-WWTJbs-unsplash-996x1440.jpg\" alt=\"Anna Jakutajc Wojtalik 7mh8 WWTJbs Unsplash\" width=\"996\" height=\"1440\" srcset=\"https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/anna-jakutajc-wojtalik-7mh8-WWTJbs-unsplash-996x1440.jpg 996w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/anna-jakutajc-wojtalik-7mh8-WWTJbs-unsplash-346x500.jpg 346w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/anna-jakutajc-wojtalik-7mh8-WWTJbs-unsplash-300x434.jpg 300w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/anna-jakutajc-wojtalik-7mh8-WWTJbs-unsplash-600x868.jpg 600w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/anna-jakutajc-wojtalik-7mh8-WWTJbs-unsplash-900x1301.jpg 900w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/anna-jakutajc-wojtalik-7mh8-WWTJbs-unsplash-1200x1735.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/anna-jakutajc-wojtalik-7mh8-WWTJbs-unsplash-1600x2313.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 996px) 100vw, 996px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-28423\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Sourdough bread and a little butter \u00a9Anna Wojtalik<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<h2 style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Joys of Childhood<\/h2>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I like my bread sliced thick enough to have a good chew to it\u2014soft on the inside, crispy on the outside. I like it while it\u2019s still warm, when its aroma fills the kitchen even before I sit down. I already know the crunch and resistance of the crust against my teeth, followed by the softness of the crumb. Even the knife has a role to play. I take a pat of butter and place it on the bread. But I never spread it all the way across the slice. That would be as if the moment had already passed. As if I\u2019d prepared for its end before savoring its beginning. I put just enough for the first bite.        <\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The butter begins to melt and soak into the bread. The surface is still cool. I take a bite. A crescent-shaped mark from the first bite appears on the edge of the slice, like a crescent moon. And something comes back to me. A sense of comfort, certainly. Childhood, happiness. Perhaps also an old anxiety, something less sweet than the taste itself. What am I rediscovering? A memory? A sensation? A repressed emotion? Is the buttered slice of bread my Proustian madeleine? I don\u2019t have a clear answer. For once, this vagueness suits me just fine.              <\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_28422\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-28422\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-large wp-image-28422\" src=\"https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/olimpia-davies-dQtVnRoxAY4-unsplash-961x1440.jpg\" alt=\"Olimpia Davies dQtVnRoxAY4 Unsplash\" width=\"961\" height=\"1440\" srcset=\"https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/olimpia-davies-dQtVnRoxAY4-unsplash-961x1440.jpg 961w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/olimpia-davies-dQtVnRoxAY4-unsplash-334x500.jpg 334w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/olimpia-davies-dQtVnRoxAY4-unsplash-300x449.jpg 300w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/olimpia-davies-dQtVnRoxAY4-unsplash-600x899.jpg 600w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/olimpia-davies-dQtVnRoxAY4-unsplash-900x1348.jpg 900w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/olimpia-davies-dQtVnRoxAY4-unsplash-1200x1797.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/amoiel.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/olimpia-davies-dQtVnRoxAY4-unsplash-1600x2397.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 961px) 100vw, 961px\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-28422\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">A gourmet scene and a piece of bread \u00a9Olimpia Davies<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<h2 style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Playing hooky<\/h2>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">One thing is certain: this moment is mine. It belongs to no one else. I don\u2019t need anyone to understand why this slice of toast means so much to me. Do I appreciate it for what it\u2019s worth? The question almost makes me smile. I\u2019m still on the first bite, and here I am already wondering about how I find happiness. So I pick up the knife again. Another pat of butter, a little further along on the bread that\u2019s grown lukewarm. The butter melts more slowly, and the sensation changes. I sense more freshness and texture. The bread still crunches. I continue this little ritual with a level of attention I hadn\u2019t planned on giving it.           <\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then comes the last bite\u2014perhaps the most intense one. Precisely because it signals the end, and the craving is no longer the same. I\u2019d like to prolong this moment, but I know that another slice of toast wouldn\u2019t quite prolong it: it would simply start a new one. It\u2019s strange that I felt the urge to write about this. Bread, butter, a knife, and a few bites. Yet the emotions are there. A Sunday breakfast. A snack eaten on the sly. That feeling of playing hooky, of allowing yourself a few minutes that fall outside the day\u2019s schedule.        <\/p>\n<h2 style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Proust&#8217;s Madeleine<\/h2>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This, perhaps, is my Proustian madeleine. I can\u2019t pinpoint a single memory, a specific date, or a particular place associated with it. But I recognize the emotions it stirs in me. And that morning, in my kitchen, it was a moment of great happiness. To all of you who\u2019ve read along with me right up to the very last bite, thank you for taking a day off from school with me.    <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A tasting, a conversation, and then the memory of a warm, buttered slice of bread, bite after bite. 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