16/10/2026
Bread has followed me everywhere I’ve lived: from my grandmother’s kitchen in Cilento, to Dubai, to Amman, to Zürich. In every place it took a different shape, from a crusty sourdough to a thin lahmacun rolled up and passed around the table. But it always meant the same thing: home.
Bread is the loaf you tear open with your hands and share. It’s the neighbour who knocks with something warm when you’ve just arrived. It’s strangers becoming friends around the same table.
Even the word companion comes from the Latin cm panis: the one you share your bread with. ❤️
So today I’m celebrating bread, and everyone who has ever broken bread with me. You are my companions.
Which of these would you share, and with whom? Tag them below 👇