Bread? It’s the stuff of life, is it not? And, since a time I cannot remember (especially lately), we have had a passionate relationship with the unsliced variety. Granary preferably. Mainly because of an affinity for proper butties. Eton-educated readers can substitute the word butties for sandwiches, if they fail to adequately grasp the situation.
Anyway, in the early 1980s, in search of the perfect butty-making technique, we bought a secondhand Moulinex electric knife. This
