Bread, it's a simple food and this time was no exception. I was in my late teens or early twenties. I'd spent a weekend with a group of teenagers, I was worn out. There was leftover bread and butter from a meal. I agreed to bring it home so it would not go to waste.

I walked in the door, after dropping four of the teens off. I was worn out and plopped into the recliner. Without even thinking I'd brought this bread and butter with me. After about thirty minutes of not wanting to move my stomach started to rumble.

I opened the bag with the now room temperature bread and butter. I used the bread and scrapped up butter. I told myself I'd eat a few slices then put it away.

That didn't happen. I ate the entire loaf. It tasted amazing. It had a perfect level of salt from the butter and sweet from the bread. It was the best tasting bread I've ever had. Even over two decades later I still haven't had any bread that ever tasted better.

I don't know if it was the fact that I was exhausted, or there was something special about that loaf of bread or the butter, but it has never been repeated. Even two weeks later with the exact same ingredients. I've wondered if my exhaustion and hunger had something to do with this. I have no proof but believe it played a factor.

Have you ever eaten something unforgettable? Tell me about it in the comments.