Let’s talk about bread

My dog gets the ends, which is what I call it. I give him a quarter of an end each time I make a sandwich. I don't like giving him too much out of fear that he'll get a cavity.
 
*A degree of knowledge of the Lancashire dialect may help here...

Back in the 80s the famous Wigan Rugby League team, who were winning everything in sight, found themselves in a posh restaurant in London. At the end of the meal, with a plate full of gravy and bits of food, a certain team member called over the waiter and asked "Ast geet any crusts?" The bemused waiter asked for clarrification and was told "Tha noze - th'eend of t'bread!"
 
I call it the heel. It stays in the bag to keep the next piece fresh until the end of the bag. Then both heels go in the trash or out to the birds as crumbs.
 
The crust. It stays in the bag to keep the next slice fresh. Eventually it gets eaten by a human. (The perimeter of a regular slice is also called the crust.)

When I lived in Oaxaca, they had large crusty rolls. They'd pull out and discard the insides, and make a sandwich with the outer part only. (But you weren't allowed to call it a sandwich! It was a "torta.")

Seemed backward to what I was used to, having known people who refused to eat the crust.
 
I eat any bread except raisin.
Whaaaat? @debodun! Heretic! No raisin bread? No? Raisin? Bread? OMG! I am soooo :( Is it the result of having lived a sheltered life? Some sort of mishap with raisins at an early age?

No raisin bread toast with peanut butter? No buttered raisin bread toast? No peanut butter and banana sandwiches on raisin bread?

A life unlived...
 


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