preference, not conviction
When I was in grade school, my mom was MY school cook. I of course felt like I had some liberties other kids did not....but my liberties were contagious.
I always asked for an INSIDE roll. I didn't want a corner or an outsider. I didn't want to take a chance and get one that was a little dry or hard. So....then everybody wanted an insider.....except a few rare kids that didn't seem to take notice. There's always gonna be those people in the group. How can they NOT have a preference. ??
Well, everybody makes the world go around. There's two crusts in a loaf of bread, and the people that prefer them are usually happy......there's plenty other pieces to please everybody else.
If there is a loaf of bread and I'm making toast, I prefer the piece right next to the crust.
I would eat the crust for a piece of toast before I'd take an outsider roll.......and I surely want a middle piece of cake or cornbread. Now when I'm eating my Peach Clobber, I like the corners. I'f I'm making a sandwich....I want the third or fourth piece of bread.
When I was growing up, my dad would always *do* my pork chop. He would take the good rounded piece of meat and give it to me, he would eat the fat and the meat around the bone. I loved my dad. He would also slap me on the face with his bologna EVERY time he made a sandwich. He ALWAYS emptied out a cup of water by slinging the last drop out on somebody. Mainly me.
I hardly ever take the last drink of coffee in my cup......
As a kid, I went to DQ a lot with my Aunt Gladys. She would stay in the car and we would bring her cone to her. She always said, "Don't NOBODY lick the curl off of my cone."
Now, I look for a curl on a cone!