So I'm sitting here nibbling on a piece of soft Italian bread spread with butter. As I prepared this little snack it reminded me of both my Dad and My Uncle L. When I was little I remember both of them taking soft white bread spreading it with butter, sprinkling it liberally with white sugar and creating a butter and sugar sandwich! I know, I know not healthy at all. My point of this post is how amazing it is that a sensory experience like making and eating buttered bread can evoke such specific vivid memories. I guess in the end it is the memories that remain.