An Open Letter to the Crusts I Just Cut Off My Child’s Toast
Dear Crusts: There’s nothing I like about you. There you rest, you castoffs, downgrading the look of my kitchen counter. Before I toss you in the trash, you stare at me and you judge. This is true: my own mother cut off no crusts. She even had me believing that the crusts were more …
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