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when I was little, my mom told us that the ends of the loaf of bread (you know the ones with all the crust) were good luck so we wouldn't complain about eating them. i believe that till i was about twenty.
When I was in first grade, I brought peanut butter sandwiches to school everyday, but I never ate the crusts. One day when we were throwing away our trash, another little girl saw the leftover crusts in my baggy and she (who had apparently just taken her first communion), yelled "don't throw that away! That's Jesus's skin!" I was a little hesitant to throw away my savior's skin, but I decided it didn't make much sense and went ahead to the trash.
I used to be told that if i didnt eat bread crusts that i wouldnt grow . So i ate them, but the only prob. I still stayed short~ :P
My parents used to tell me when i was a little kid that when I didn't ate the crusts of my bread (I never liked them) that I could never learn to whistle. So that made me eat my crusts because I really really wanted to learn to whistle.
My brother told me when I was little, that If I ate the crusts off bread, that it would grow hair on my chest. LOL Big brothers....gotta love them.
My mom told me that bread crusts made my cheeks rosy so I should eat them. I was so worried that one sheek would be pinker than the other that I made sure that I chewed an equal amount of crust on each side of my mouth!
At around age 5 my best friend Christy told me that the crust of bread can cut your tongue. I still never eat the crust of any bread or pizza. I can't get the idea that my tongue is going to be sliced with tiny razor-like wounds out of my head.
When I was younger my cousin who was a little older then me told me that if you eat pizza crusts or bread crust your hair would stop growing
My grandmother would always tell me to eat the crust of my sandwiches because "It'll make your hair blonder" or "It'll make your eyes blue-er". It was not until a few years ago, I realized that every time she told me to eat my crust that the reasons changed.
When I was really little, I would sneak Saltine Crackers into my room at night so I would have something to munch on if I got hungry. I would lay the crackers on my shelf and in the morning, bits of the cracker were missing and there were ants all over the place. I was convinced that ants had hatched out of the cracker crust and I had a very hard time eating crackers after that.
When I was little I never liked eating the crust on my toast, sandwichs, etc...so one day my aunt told me that they were made out of candy to get me to eat them!
At a younger age I would never eat the crust on a slice of bread. I was under the impression that it was burnt and old.
I like the crusts on bread and one day obviously joking I told my children that the crusts (the two ends not the bit around each slice) were poisonous, but I would eat them to protect them... Well months later I started to notice that the crusts were never eaten, it appears they had decided to leave them just in case.
My mother, rest her soul, would tell me when I was young to be sure to eat the bread crust, because that's where the vitamins were. It took me several years before I figured that one out. My wife and children get a kick out of that story. Maybe I'll try that one on my four year old grand-daughters, it might work!
When I was little my mom used to tell me to eat my crusts because they were the “best part” and “good for you.” By this I thought she meant that the crusts actually had more vitamins and nutrients than the rest of the bread. I didn’t care though; I still wouldn't eat my crusts.
My dad has a big birthmark on his back. Since my little brother doesnt eat his crust, my dad told him that when he was little, all the crusts he didnt eat bit him one night and gave him this "bunyun bite". Matt was in shock, I was laughing hysterically. He eats his crust now.
My mother always told me that I had to eat my crusts-she said it was the healthiest part of the bread, and it would make my teeth stronger. The other day I was about to tell my little girl to eat her crusts-and then I remembered what my mother had told me when I was younger-I just realized now that she was just wanting me to eat my crusts!
When I was a little kid, I didn't always finish my meals. So one day, my cousins told me that the air bubbles in the piza crust were filled with candy, so I would eat all the way to the crust. And, of course, I believed them. I would get to the crust of the pizza, bite down on a bubble, and say, "That tasted like a Tootsie Roll!"
my mum always told me that if i didn't eat my crusts a big monster would jump out of my plate, yell gdwijefchf, and eat my hair. It scared me stiff!
My parents told me there was a "Breadcrust man" He would collect all the uneaten breadcrusts (that i didnt eat) When he had enough he would come in my room at night and build a house around me, and i would have to eat my way out. So, it was eat them now, or eat them later.
My parents also both grew up with this fictional character, i thought everyone did, until i moved out of state. I thought the breadcrust man was on the same level as the Tooth Fairy.
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