Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Poor Bready Ends.

I feel sorry for bread ends. Nobody really wants them. They get reached over...every time for the more coveted, soft inner slices.
...but maybe they're lucky because they escape being eaten.

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At January 11, 2012 at 3:00 PM , Blogger Just Daisy said...

Bread ends arent too lucky in my house, there my favorite pieces to eat. I love how flaky and crunchy they are #weirdo I know lol

Xoxo,
Daisy

 
At January 12, 2012 at 12:25 AM , Blogger simplychic said...

LOL!!!!

 
At January 13, 2012 at 2:38 PM , Blogger lynette said...

I think this every morning as I push the 'heal' (as we call it in our house) of the bread aside and grab two soft pieces for my son's Nutella sandwich! Too funny!

 
At January 13, 2012 at 7:04 PM , Blogger MINASEK said...

Very funny and strange post;
I always eat them the last because they protect the thinner soft slices;

 
At January 16, 2012 at 12:17 PM , Blogger MerelyMarie said...

LOL Daisy!
Hey SimplyChic:)
Hello Lynette:) The heal...that's what my dad calls it. LOL
Minasek...that makes a lot of sense!

 

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