When I first read the prompt for today, I thought it was going to be about our thoughts on sliced bread. I had my ideas all ready to put down on paper. My mind went to another place and time. It was in Idaho, when I was about three years old, there was a babysitter whom I called ‘Onion.’ Her name was Virginia. Every morning the same smell would wake us up and down the stairs we would run to the little kitchen where Onion was making our favorite breakfast. She would toast the bread in a toaster to a light golden brown. The next step was to sprinkle sugar over each inch of the browned bread. But it was the last step that made all the difference. By now the broiler was on, just waiting for Onion to spread the sweet butter and put them in the oven for just a little minute. I am not sure if we sat at the table, took it out to play, or to the living room to watch the old black and white TV. The one thing that I do know is that it was the best thing since sliced bread. See what I did there?