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I do, but I prefer not to.

I don't really enjoy anything with the name "heels".

Today I had hybrid, one heel and and one normal slice. It was still yummy though.

Depends on the bread regular 'loaf' white/whole wheat/rye no I don't
French/Cuban/Italian - 'bagette' style yes I do.

I like bread heels just fine. I have no problem eating them.

wilson wrote:I like bread heels just fine. I have no problem eating them.

Ditto to that.

Depends on the use. Not a big fan of it with as toast, but in certain sandwiches, such as PBJ, they're fine. If I'm out of hamburger buns, bread loaf heels are BETTER than the middle pieces as a bun substitute.

I tend not to. I usually save them until the bread is done and usually by that point the bread has passed my mental "expired" threshold and I toss.

DukeUsul wrote:I tend not to. I usually save them until the bread is done and usually by that point the bread has passed my mental "expired" threshold and I toss.

I too have mental expiration dates. For milk as a beverage, the expiration date occurs about 3 or 4 days after it's been opened. On cereal or for cooking I'll go for a week or just over.

Miles wrote:

DukeUsul wrote:I tend not to. I usually save them until the bread is done and usually by that point the bread has passed my mental "expired" threshold and I toss.

I too have mental expiration dates. For milk as a beverage, the expiration date occurs about 3 or 4 days after it's been opened. On cereal or for cooking I'll go for a week or just over.

As long as milk doesn't smell funky, I'm cool. Similarly, for bread, as long as it's not furry and/or green, I'm not worried.

wilson wrote:

Miles wrote:

DukeUsul wrote:I tend not to. I usually save them until the bread is done and usually by that point the bread has passed my mental "expired" threshold and I toss.

I too have mental expiration dates. For milk as a beverage, the expiration date occurs about 3 or 4 days after it's been opened. On cereal or for cooking I'll go for a week or just over.

As long as milk doesn't smell funky, I'm cool. Similarly, for bread, as long as it's not furry and/or green, I'm not worried.

See for me, milk always smells funky.

DukeUsul wrote:

wilson wrote:

Miles wrote:
I too have mental expiration dates. For milk as a beverage, the expiration date occurs about 3 or 4 days after it's been opened. On cereal or for cooking I'll go for a week or just over.

As long as milk doesn't smell funky, I'm cool. Similarly, for bread, as long as it's not furry and/or green, I'm not worried.

See for me, milk always smells funky.

Me too. The odor changes almost daily. After a week, it smells putrid to me, even though I know it's not.

wilson wrote:

Miles wrote:

DukeUsul wrote:I tend not to. I usually save them until the bread is done and usually by that point the bread has passed my mental "expired" threshold and I toss.

I too have mental expiration dates. For milk as a beverage, the expiration date occurs about 3 or 4 days after it's been opened. On cereal or for cooking I'll go for a week or just over.

As long as milk doesn't smell funky, I'm cool. Similarly, for bread, as long as it's not furry and/or green, I'm not worried.

I'm with you on the bread. No visible evidence of decay and I'm fine.

Miles wrote:

DukeUsul wrote:See for me, milk always smells funky.

Me too. The odor changes almost daily. After a week, it smells putrid to me, even though I know it's not.

Does that make y'all "super-smellers"?

I don't eat heels ever. I think they smell really bad no matter where they come from ,to gross & they are a horrible color, puke baby blue!. Gezz, who would ever want to be a "heel" by choice?

I save them in the fridge (or freezer) and use them in squash casserole or meatloaf.

Very Duke Blue wrote:I don't eat heels ever. I think they smell really bad no matter where they come from ,to gross & they are a horrible color, puke baby blue!. Gezz, who would ever want to be a "heel" by choice?

Amen to that.

CellR wrote:I don't really enjoy anything with the name "heels".

I like this one best... ;)

Here's one for the "What goes around comes around" department:

When I was a young Turk, my siblings and I avoided the ends of bread like they were poison, despite (or because of) Mama Turk's encouragement to the boys "the crusts put hair on your chest" and to the girls "they make your hair curly". (I guess these were good attributes way way back in the day).

One hot summer day, Papa Turk was doing a bunch of outside work, with us kids lying around the house probably watching cartoons or doing something important like that. So he finishes up and comes in to make himself something to eat. All of a sudden, he starts throwing around six or seven bread bags with nothing but crusts in them at us, and goes off on a perfectly righteous rampage. "I bust my tail at work all week and around the house all weekend and isn't it too much to ask for you to leave me two @!#$@#$ pieces of @#$@#$ bread so I can make a @#$@#$@ sandwich!?!?!?" It was like a volcano going off - came completely out of nowhere and caught us completely off guard...

Now, my young Turks won't eat the crusts of bread even at gunpoint. I don't know if they've made the connection with "heels", but I can hear Papa Turk laughing "Now you know what I'm talking about. Not so funny now, is it!?!" all the way from the other end of Pennsylvania.... (Although I find them perfect for hot dogs...) I

Turk wrote:Here's one for the "What goes around comes around" department:

When I was a young Turk, my siblings and I avoided the ends of bread like they were poison, despite (or because of) Mama Turk's encouragement to the boys "the crusts put hair on your chest" and to the girls "they make your hair curly". (I guess these were good attributes way way back in the day).

One hot summer day, Papa Turk was doing a bunch of outside work, with us kids lying around the house probably watching cartoons or doing something important like that. So he finishes up and comes in to make himself something to eat. All of a sudden, he starts throwing around six or seven bread bags with nothing but crusts in them at us, and goes off on a perfectly righteous rampage. "I bust my tail at work all week and around the house all weekend and isn't it too much to ask for you to leave me two @!#$@#$ pieces of @#$@#$ bread so I can make a @#$@#$@ sandwich!?!?!?" It was like a volcano going off - came completely out of nowhere and caught us completely off guard...

Now, my young Turks won't eat the crusts of bread even at gunpoint. I don't know if they've made the connection with "heels", but I can hear Papa Turk laughing "Now you know what I'm talking about. Not so funny now, is it!?!" all the way from the other end of Pennsylvania.... (Although I find them perfect for hot dogs...) I

Good story! Brings back memories!

I with the thumbs up crowd on the heels, they are just fine and I especially love to toast them and put Creamy peanut butter on them!! Delicious when it melts with the crunch of the toast ends.