It’s the little things, really…
You know how no one really eats the crusts of a loaf of bread? I sure don’t. And just today, 3 days before my 26th birthday, I’ve realized that instead of lifting up the crust piece to get to proper slices everytime I go to eat bread, I could simply just throw away the crust when I open a new loaf. Never considered than an option before. Changes everything.
I never throw away the front-butt either. I’m perfectly fine throwing away both butts at the end, but I think I’d feel wasteful tossing the front-butt right when I open the bag. It’s really just denial: for the majority of the loaf, I can safely think, “I’m not wasting the butts. I might eat them.”