Butter & Toast

On Sunday mornings, I eat butter and toast. I wake up very early, as I love to do—before dawn, my eyes slowly open, and I begin the day with the first light of the sun.

Sundays were always very important in my house. Sometimes we had specific activities planned, but most of the time they felt like a ritual: we set the table outside, ordered a fresh baguette and one croissant for each of us, brought out the cheeses and butter into the sunlight, warmed the black beans, and brewed a fresh pot of Guatemalan coffee.

For some reason, the sun always seemed to shine on those Sundays. The day would begin as brightly as pure joy. The house was filled with music and love—it felt more alive than ever. Those were my Sunday mornings.

Now, many things have changed. Nonetheless, Sundays remain Sun Days. It’s a time I use to move forward while the world seems to pause. I love that.

Still, I follow Sunday’s peaceful rhythm.

Although I rarely have brunch with my family anymore, I continue the tradition, in a different way by eating butter and toast. More precisely, toast with butter, three dollops of jam, and a thin slice of aged cheese—any kind will do. This has become my favorite breakfast of all time.

No matter what you do on Sundays—whether you work or not—this day carries a unique energy. The world slows down. For some reason, we allow ourselves to walk instead of run, to stop and let the sun kiss our skin.

If you're working in a kitchen, Sundays might feel different, as they are often the busiest day of the week. But even with all that movement, Sundays never stop being Sundays.

Right now, I’m sitting at a small square table, looking out the window, eating my butter and toast at a French restaurant called Balthazar in New York City.

I started my morning at 5:30 a.m., then got ready and had a good cup of coffee and a beautiful conversation with my love. I feel deeply grateful for everything I have—extremely excited about the projects and work ahead—and full of love for the people I am lucky enough to have in my life.

There is so much uncertainty, so much movement and change, and while many things in life are not forever, my love for toast with butter, jam, and cheese will never fade. On the contrary, it continues to grow, even with the distance and missed Sundays.

My love will always be forever.