My husband bought a loaf of sourdough bread at the farmer's market. This morning I was lazy, and I didn't want to make breakfast. I wanted to grab something. I grabbed a piece of now almost stale sourdough. So good! As often happens, I chewed on more than just the bread.
This "madeleine moment" reminded of the book Heidi, which made a strong impression on me as a child. In this case, I remembered Heidi and her grandfather ate bread and cheese for breakfast. I may have cheese later. For now I'm just eating the plain bread, allowing my mind to wander.
I may read that book again. There was a strong class consciousness throughout, and it may have been my introduction to class and inequality. At least to an inequality that was clearly defined. Feelings, fears, and suspicions were justified. I have never been the same.