If you didn't eat the crust on your bread "Mr Crust" would stand at the foot of you bed and haunt you at night. Another tid bit from my Mother's childhood, past on through the years.
You know how on your standard loaf you have the flat bottom with the sharp corners and the rounded top with no corners? Well, I used to think that I was more likely to choke eating the sharp corner of the crust, so I always made sure (especially when having toast) that I ate the rounded corner first so that I would live longer.
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.
the lunch people at my elementary school would always trick you into eating the end pieces to save bread by putting them on the inside of the sandwich. so it looked like you were getting a regular piece, but if you peeled it apart you could see that it was an endpiece. i thought that the endpieces would kill you. i never liked the lunchladies at our school for that...
I was told that everything was made of atoms, which were too small to be seen. Not wanting to eat the crust on my bread, but told I couldn't leave the table until I "cleaned my plate," I tried to break the crust into smaller and smaller crumbs until they became atoms and my mother couldn't see them, anymore. My plan never progressed to a satisfactory state of completion before my mother came to check on me, though.
When asked why he didn't finish eating the crust from his pizza, a young friend said "I don't eat the bone".
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!
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.
When I was little, my Dad used to tell me that if you left the crusts of pizza in the box and put it in the trash (in our garage) that the pizza would grow back. I remember hiding the pizza box in the garage just waiting for new pizza to grow onto the old crusts!
My mom used to tell me that I would never be able to whistle unless I ate my crusts. Ironically, it happened that way.
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 young, neither I nor any of my siblings liked the end pieces of a loaf of bread. To get me to eat them, my mom told me they were healthier than the rest of the bread. I was in my twenties before I really thought about it and realized I'd been duped.
My mother used to tell me that if I went to a resturant, I'd better eat the crust because I was in public and If I didn't everyone in the returant would stare and think that there was something wrong with me.
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!
I used to think that crust was a special coating put on the bread
When I was a kid, I hated eating the crust on the bread, so my sister use to tell me that if I did not eat it I would turn into a witch.To this day I eat the crust of the bread.
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.
I used to belief that the crusts on bread had more vitamins
my nanny use to tell me that the crust was the hardest part to make so we had to eat it..
When I was little, my grandma told me to always eat the crust on bread because it would help me whistle. No idea why I believed that one!