Fuck you, and go apologize to your baker!
I may or may not have meant the opening statement that harshly, but regardless, here’s an open letter to all picky eaters and philistines. Much like everything else in life, the crust of bread is there for a reason. That reason may not be entirely relevant to the purpose of your action “eating the bread”, but it exists nonetheless. A happy little side-effect, something that happened along the way, like the sand you displaced on a long beach walk.
It’s a coincidental part of a deliberate process, but that’s what makes it so real. It’s a part of the package, whether you like it or not. Picking the package apart works, sure, but you’ll be left with something that’s just not the whole package. It’s a piece of its contents, which might as well be something else entirely.
For some reason I feel really strongly about these things.