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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.
I used to believe that the heals of the loaves of bread were made special and put there to keep the rest of the loaf from drying out.
If i had pizza for lunch or dinner one day, i would leave the crusts on my plate, believing that someone would come by at night to get them, then put them in his big pot and mix them in with other leftovers around the world, to make new food!
My mother used to always tell me that if I ate the crust of my bread it would make me be able to whistle really well.
I still can't whistle to this day.
i used 2 think if u ate crusts u would get them stuk in ur tummy and u would die
my mom used to tell me that the crust of the bread was healthier than the bread in an attempt to make me eat it. i never really ate it anyway
My grandmother told me eating bread crusts made your hair grow. Didn't get me to eat them though, since I was at the age where my only interest in hair was avoiding going to get it cut.
I used to call the crust of bread "the bone" and I would tell my Mom "Take the bone off my bread" or if she didn't and I had to I'd set it on my plate and say "I don't want the bone"
My stepmother told me when I was younger that the crust on sandwhiches would make my hair grow faster...I swear I had PB&J sandwiches every day for lunch for like, 2 months.
when i was little i used to tear the crust off of my bread because i didnt like it, and one day my mom and grandma told me that if i didnt eat my breadcrust my boobs would never grow! since i was (and still am) a really girly girl, i ate all kinds of crust in hopes that i would grow big boobs!