Growing Up

I just realized that the true mark to adulthood is recognized at the consumption of your first crust piece from a loaf of bread. There are two end pieces in every loaf, and yet (at age 19 3/4) I do not believe I have ever eaten such a piece. Until today that is. I have always had strange quirks when it comes to food, this being one of them. It has never been a problem in the past since there was always a father handy to eat anything that I wouldn't. However, leaving the nest and doing your own grocery shopping on a tight budget changes things. No morsel of food shall be wasted, even if it is often cheap, tasteless food. So, less than an hour ago, I made the brave decision to conquer the intimidating end crust. I feel so grown up and responsible. I must say, it wasn't that bad, perhaps even tasty. Mother would be proud.