Heels

Everybody in our house hates the heels of whole wheat bread. This makes perfect sense because the heels (or ends, or whatever term suits your fancy) of whole wheat bread are yucky. However, it poses some problems. Okay, so mostly just one problem, namely, that nobody will ever eat them. Our typical bread scenario plays out as follows: Hugh eats the last slice of non-heel bread in a loaf. He leaves the heel nicely wrapped up in the bag in the refrigerator and opens a new loaf, skipping over the front heel to take the second slice of bread. I come in later to make some toast and see that Hugh has left all the heels and grumble to myself about how if he isn't going to eat any of them, then I don't want to be the one stuck eating them all. I consider feeding the heels to Asher, and then laugh because I know that would simply result in torn up bread all over the floor. I skip over the heel in the new loaf also and take the third slice. Two months later I clean out the fridge and throw away approximately a million stale heels. Although this process has worked tolerably well for us in the past, I can't help feeling that it's somewhat wasteful. So, assuming I don't figure out how to make Hugh eat all of the heels using hypnosis sometime soon, I think I have two options: 1. Eat all of the heels myself, or 2. Figure out a different way to use them up working around the slight problem that I detest anything that resembles soggy bread (stuffing, bread pudding, etc.) because soggy bread is even yuckier than whole-wheat heels.