Look who's talking....
In my old age I've begun to develop little bits of OCD. I can't drive the car with one window down lower than the other, I go crazy if one picture on the wall is lower than the other....little crap like that. In those little oddities, I've found that I hate to make a sandwitch with the heels of the loaf. They just look wierd and if you have one piece that is a heel and one piece that is regular.....well that's just craziness.
So my solution is just to leave the heels in the bag. Everytime I need a piece of bread I just reach under for the 2nd piece until just the heels are left. Well, the wife got on my ass about it saying how I need to get over that crap and stop wasting bread. Since she didn't seem to have a problem with it, we decided that she would eat all the heels so that we didn't waste it.
Fast forward to last night. I was digging around looking for something to eat for dinner and came accross a bag with 2 heels. Then another, then another etc. Turns out the wife is just as anal about bread, she just doesn't want to admit it! WTF?
