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The end piece of a loaf of bread... at our house, we all coveted this piece as children. Maybe because it was different, and in a house of four children, different was usually a good thing. (my sandwich is more special than yours... mom and dad love me more...) Maybe because we were greedy little things and the end piece was, well, the last piece. (I'm taller, I need more nutrition than you do...) It didn't matter if it was all folded over and crushed, and so thin that you could see through it. We fought over it. I don't know what the appeal was, but an arguement usually ensued over it. "It's MY turn!" "No, you had it last time!" "Mo-om..."
At that exact moment, 60 miles west of this arguement, in the Trisler household, little Patrick, Amy, and Tara were fussing about who had to eat the despised end piece. "Eww", they'd say, "YOU take it!" "No way - I had it last time!!" "Mo-om..."
Two families, similar in many ways, with two totally different perspectives on the end piece of bread... which I think they referred to as the "butt" of the the bread. We weren't allowed to say "butt"...
However, I guess it worked out in the "end".
I never have to fight for it now. My selfish dream of having it all to myself has finally come true... It's all MINE! MINE, I TELL YOU! AH HA HAHAHA!
I'd say, it was God's providential plan for me, to meet and fall in love with a man who wouldn't touch the end piece with a ten-foot pole.
In our house the "heel" of the bread was far from desired. Pretty much we just stopped eating toast and sandwiches until both heels (we usually skipped the front one) were moldy and a new loaf appeared.
Posted by: the booth at August 6, 2003 12:57 AMEric was a wierd child. His Mom told him the end pieces had more nutrients because all the nutrients naturally flowed to the ends of the loaf during the baking process. And that was actually a selling point with him. To this day, we still fight over the end pieces, me--because I like the way the end pieces look balled up, all brown and flaky and him, because he is getting essential vitamens (he still believes it to be true)
Posted by: Ashley at August 6, 2003 09:19 AMWhat is it about that endpiece? I grew up somehow having it communicated to me that the endpiece was simply not worth eating. When a loaf of bread was finished, there were always two slices left - those two endpieces. Paige (my wife), being the thrifty lady she is, prepares the endpieces for us, but somehow between us, we always feel as though it's not right that we're eating this thing. Congratulations on falling in love with someone who will gladly give the last piece of bread in the bread box (if it's the endpiece that is)!
Posted by: scott cunningham at August 6, 2003 11:48 AMThe endpiece is especially grand when it's fresh from the oven. The contrast between crunchy crust and soft, steaming middle is more exhilirating than any other piece in the loaf.
Posted by: Jeannette at August 6, 2003 12:14 PMWe weren't allowed to eat the end piece (not that this should surprise you, if you know anything about my family). Something about the end pieces should be kept in the bag b/c they'll keep the bread fresh and un-moldy.
Posted by: Micah at August 6, 2003 01:02 PMI only like the end piece on homemade bread. When it comes to store bought loaves, the end piece is for the birds (or the trash can).
Posted by: Christin at August 6, 2003 02:23 PMI only like the end piece on homemade loaves of bread too, and we all fight over those... We save the storebought ones and make bread pudding out of them, which, WOW, is just heavenly.
Posted by: Charisa at August 6, 2003 08:28 PMI'm with Christin and Charisa...the "butts" of store-bought bread are for the birds. One reason I wouldn't eat them is because that's what my dad called them plus they're too dry to me.
Posted by: jessie bessie at August 6, 2003 09:55 PMI dedicate ten percent to the Lord, the Alpha and the Omega of the loaf.
It's so funny you thought of end pieces today... I just came back from Camp Victory (we had 107 kids this year... 28 saved... 8 young men called to preach... one called to missions)... and as I made 200 sandwiches Friday morning... every one of the other kitchen help told me to throw away the end pieces... nope...not me... I made ham and cheese end-piece sandwiches... peanut butter and jelly end-piece sandwiches... and bologna end-piece sandwiches... and... lol... much to my delight... and their consternation... the kids fought over the end-piece sandwiches... I just wonder... where might you find a whole loaf of end pieces? love you...
Posted by: Aunt Vickie at August 7, 2003 08:13 AMIt is funny how many people have something to say about end pieces. Good job on finding topics that your readers can really relate to, Shannon!
Posted by: Ashley at August 7, 2003 08:56 AMYeah, I knew this would be a hot topic... end pieces: controversial, thought provoking, everybody's talking about them these days. HA!
Posted by: Shannon at August 7, 2003 10:02 AMhmmm... want another take on end pieces... would you consider that you and patrick are the end pieces... to wrenn and eli? you safely surround them... keep the whole from falling apart... keep the yucky stuff out...and hold the good stuff in...
Posted by: Aunt Vickie at August 7, 2003 02:18 PMYeah, I could see that... what's left after all that fluffy bread is gone? Two old, crumpled up, slightly moldy old crusts. WAAAAAAAAHH!!
Posted by: Shannon at August 7, 2003 02:31 PM