crust is on pizza, pizza reminds me of italy, i used to live in italy once. i was an au pari and watched over three kids, 6, 10, and 11. it was such a growing experience being responsible for other people. little people with little lives, such a huge responsibility. just like crust, crust is responsible for keeping the cheese on the pizza.
Mineko
The baker smiled as he took the pie out of the oven. It had a perfect, golden-brown crust, and it smelled delicious. “Wonderful,” he said with a smile. He always wanted anything he made to be perfect, and this was no exception.
The best part of the pie. The earth’s crust. Attitude.
PaulaKate Prince-Meserole
The crust of the pie landed on the table top, attracting a small swarm of flies in a mere second. I trailed my finger over the tablecloth and stared across the room. I was alone at my own birthday party, for the third year in a row. My heart broke. Forever.
S
I love pie crust. And food in general. I’m not even hungry. But I can just imagine the crisp of it in my mouth…. Seriously. It’s the best part of the entire pie. PIEEEEEE. I could go on for days about this… I must not do that.
quiero vivir en un país libre donde ya no crezca y todos seamos felices, me encantaría ir a california a vivir por el retso de mi vida y encontrar al amor de mi vida con el que pase el resto de mis días! y ser feliz
maria alejandra nava partida
He fell to the floor, his eyes glazed over, his lips crusted shut, and he lay still. For it was at this moment, I realized the man was finally dead. Yes, dead by my hand. And I stared down at him, and smiled.
you think when you’re young you know everything, but as you get older and you start ttoi see things for what they are, the world starts to fall apart, just like a crust.
The crust from my peanut butter and jelly sandwich flys out the window.
“I never understood why you hate the crust so much.” Jason says out loud as Im singing to the radio.
“Its just not very good.”
He rubs my leg, while responding, “I will never fully understand you, Abby.” I just giggle as Luke Bryan blares out of the speaker.
Anna
I love crust on my father’s quiche. It’s the perfect amount of crusty with that very nice burnt taste. I like the taste of it. Some people hate it, I love it. Sometimes burnt things just give something more flavor. So if crust is a little bit burnt, then it just has character.
Kat
The bread was old and green. No one had touched it in a long while. It stunk like a skunk. The crust was torn off by mice, who left a little trail. A trail of bread crumbs. How amusing. Just what I needed to get out of this place. I followed the trail, which led to a hole in the wall. Using the hammer I’d found a while ago I beat at the wall until the hole was big enough that I could crawl through. Sunlight is glorious.
Lyle
the way that crust crumbled under my fingers, reminded me just how fragile life is and how easily things can break.
Letitia
on bread
the stuff between your toes
crust crusterson
bread bread bread
hot and crusty
crust must bust rust fussy about the way the crust is in my life
maybe you should get some vaseline
for those crusty bouche’s of yours
Maheni
the crust on the bread was crunchy and delicious. as i sat and ate i thought about my life, all the things i had done and all the things that i will do in the future. that crust represented my entire life
Letitia
The tears turned into crust. Crust that I had to brush off of my own face. All on my own. I am always doing everything on my own. I guess I’ve always realized that I am the only person that is going to be there for myself in the end.
K-fin
the filling was then complete, but i fear we had no crust for this pie. it was just a small trip to the market, but then there was a loud crash. all that was known by me changed in an instant.
toast and bagels and dirty people who smell and crabs and lobsters and shellfish are crustaceans whom i shall devour within the next 20 minutes. i dont eat the crust ion my pb&j sandwiches. thank you for your time you crusty old biotch
madeline
pie, brown and golden, flackiness that belongs to apple filling, bubbly with cinnamon goodness – the aroma makes all smile and wonder if there is any vanilla ice cream in the freezer.
Eileen
the crust of the pizza that baked a short time
isn’t as crisp as the way you strive to survive
the dough is shown to be soft and unbold
so chewy and loosely your bound to unfold
recognize the need to stay and get cooked
because when you stick it all out
you’re stronger and through
to the side you’ll stay that helps you get by
and eventually the length of time is why
you feel like yourself
and you’ve become whole
let your pizza bake fully
and learn your real role
lauren
The crust of the bread felt like carton under his teeth, he had to spit it out, he wasn’t thinking clearly and he could only huff in frustration. His hand found his forehead, palm running down his face, a deep breath and all gone, he just needed to clear his mind to find a solution.
Adri
My teeth tore gently at the crust of the pizza. The hunger had not yet faded from my days of fasting but all I had left was this tough piece of bread and I was determined to make it last as long as my stomach could stand it.
carlz
I’m hungry…pizza crust, pie crust, , bread crust. Nonfood: snow can be crusted, my eyes get crusty in allergy season, the earth has a crust.
My friend was called crusty Christy in 8th grade. I found it to be quite sad especially because she took it to heart. See, she had very dry skin and just an acne problem over all. Because of the acne she would wear tons of makeup that would make her skin look even more dry. Oh crusty Christy.
Rachel
Crust is hard, crunchy, crumbling. Crust, like that on the pizza I am about to eat. Crust, like that which forms over the hearts of the hardened. Crust that can be softened by liquid mercy.
Jade
The crust of the earth. In every group, there is always the crust. The outsiders, those so desperate to fit in, to be on the inside and protected. During the winter, even penguins have the crust, those who get burned and hurt by the elements, those who sacrifice themselves for the bettering of the rest.
it was 1969, October 25th if I remember rightly. Man had walked on the moon and I had just had my first stuffed crust pizza. Anachronistic? Nope! My mother invented it.
E.P. Hantera
The crust of the bread my father brought home from Shelley’s bakery Sunday mornings. It was white bread like velvet and melted on your tongue. We ate it with scrambled eggs. My father put on pepper and sneezed and sneezed.
Robin
Oh, eine leckere kruste hat dieses Brot.
So eine schmackhafte Kruste, deftig und fest.
Ich beiße mir fast die Zähne daran aus.
Aber ich möchte nichts Inneres davon essen.
Nachada
the crust of the earth. The small surface of what we see below, without the crust, this burnt outside, we would not be protected. Without the crust’s sacifice, we would not be as soft and perfect as we are. There is always the crust.
Jess
It was sitting right there.
Freshly baked, beautifully scented french bread..
And it was all for me.
With the perfect outer crust and a dollop of butter.
Dark, hard, no romance here……she broke off a piece…then..water….moving around the floor looking for a sliver of light, life. Ahh. there……she pushed her nails into the crack…..pain,blood….but continued and the light increased.
je3ffrey Erickson
The toaster was broken. Wondering how I could tell? My newly made toast had come out with no crust.
I don’t even know how that could happen, much last why it happened. I sighed and turned back to the conversation I was happening with him, Jason. “What?” I asked him in confusion.
She only liked eating the crusts on pizza, going on the swings in the park, and looking only at pictures of particular cats. She liked calicos the most, but she didn’t find Siamese felines to be particularly noteworthy.
“I want a calico some day,” she said to me as I was vacuuming the living room.
Belinda Roddie
The crust. Amazing, crumbly, hard. A perfect opposite to the warm softness of the bread. The word itself sounds like it belongs on the edge of a piece of bread. What is a good piece of bread without one? The crunch to the softness, crust is amazing!
Nadya
“Wow girl …”. Tyrone hoisted the pitcher of beer and topped off his glass. “You’re like an undiscovered country!” He winked at me. I lifted my glass and think I must have blushed a little. Maybe I was a wee bit tipsy and had turned chatty. So much nicer, I later thought, to be a mystery that might be slowly uncovered than an open book which is easily closed.
bread has crust, and they used to say that if you don’t eat your crusts then your hair won’t go curly, which i found to be less effective on boys because they don’t really give a shit.
crust also makes me think of toenails, as when i was in school i used to have this joke with my best friend that he had crusty toenails because he once said that when he bit his nails they tasted like wotsits, which was pretty gross but also entirely amusing.
Georgi
I stared down at the plate, disgusted. Margaret glared at me from above, her eyes simmering on the edge of horror.
“You burnt it,” she growled, and I kept staring at the brunt on cheese, crusting along the edges of her toast.
“I’m…. sorry?” I tried.
“Goddamnit, Joanne! I am starving!” she whined, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Whining, really?”
Regina
The only crust I ever truely enjoy, and never need any motivation to eat is a stuffed pizza crust. How did someone come up with a way to improve the most gorgeous food for any occassion. Social, proffessional, date or mates.
Sophie
Ah crust. The great American love or annoyance. My mom always told me if I ate my bread crust that I would grow hair on my chest. Knowing my dad had hair on his chest, I ate crust like it was going out of style. And anyone who doesn’t eat pizza crust is just lame.
Shane
The crust in her eyes betrayed the fact that she just woke up. She gathered her bedclothes around herself, and tried to hold herself high.
“Where have you been, Anastasia?”
“Nowhere,father. Nowhere unusual”
“Its noon, you missed breakfast and you’ve almost missed lunch!”
crust is on pizza, pizza reminds me of italy, i used to live in italy once. i was an au pari and watched over three kids, 6, 10, and 11. it was such a growing experience being responsible for other people. little people with little lives, such a huge responsibility. just like crust, crust is responsible for keeping the cheese on the pizza.
The baker smiled as he took the pie out of the oven. It had a perfect, golden-brown crust, and it smelled delicious. “Wonderful,” he said with a smile. He always wanted anything he made to be perfect, and this was no exception.
The best part of the pie. The earth’s crust. Attitude.
The crust of the pie landed on the table top, attracting a small swarm of flies in a mere second. I trailed my finger over the tablecloth and stared across the room. I was alone at my own birthday party, for the third year in a row. My heart broke. Forever.
I love pie crust. And food in general. I’m not even hungry. But I can just imagine the crisp of it in my mouth…. Seriously. It’s the best part of the entire pie. PIEEEEEE. I could go on for days about this… I must not do that.
quiero vivir en un país libre donde ya no crezca y todos seamos felices, me encantaría ir a california a vivir por el retso de mi vida y encontrar al amor de mi vida con el que pase el resto de mis días! y ser feliz
He fell to the floor, his eyes glazed over, his lips crusted shut, and he lay still. For it was at this moment, I realized the man was finally dead. Yes, dead by my hand. And I stared down at him, and smiled.
you think when you’re young you know everything, but as you get older and you start ttoi see things for what they are, the world starts to fall apart, just like a crust.
The crust from my peanut butter and jelly sandwich flys out the window.
“I never understood why you hate the crust so much.” Jason says out loud as Im singing to the radio.
“Its just not very good.”
He rubs my leg, while responding, “I will never fully understand you, Abby.” I just giggle as Luke Bryan blares out of the speaker.
I love crust on my father’s quiche. It’s the perfect amount of crusty with that very nice burnt taste. I like the taste of it. Some people hate it, I love it. Sometimes burnt things just give something more flavor. So if crust is a little bit burnt, then it just has character.
The bread was old and green. No one had touched it in a long while. It stunk like a skunk. The crust was torn off by mice, who left a little trail. A trail of bread crumbs. How amusing. Just what I needed to get out of this place. I followed the trail, which led to a hole in the wall. Using the hammer I’d found a while ago I beat at the wall until the hole was big enough that I could crawl through. Sunlight is glorious.
the way that crust crumbled under my fingers, reminded me just how fragile life is and how easily things can break.
on bread
the stuff between your toes
crust crusterson
bread bread bread
hot and crusty
crust must bust rust fussy about the way the crust is in my life
maybe you should get some vaseline
for those crusty bouche’s of yours
the crust on the bread was crunchy and delicious. as i sat and ate i thought about my life, all the things i had done and all the things that i will do in the future. that crust represented my entire life
The tears turned into crust. Crust that I had to brush off of my own face. All on my own. I am always doing everything on my own. I guess I’ve always realized that I am the only person that is going to be there for myself in the end.
the filling was then complete, but i fear we had no crust for this pie. it was just a small trip to the market, but then there was a loud crash. all that was known by me changed in an instant.
toast and bagels and dirty people who smell and crabs and lobsters and shellfish are crustaceans whom i shall devour within the next 20 minutes. i dont eat the crust ion my pb&j sandwiches. thank you for your time you crusty old biotch
pie, brown and golden, flackiness that belongs to apple filling, bubbly with cinnamon goodness – the aroma makes all smile and wonder if there is any vanilla ice cream in the freezer.
the crust of the pizza that baked a short time
isn’t as crisp as the way you strive to survive
the dough is shown to be soft and unbold
so chewy and loosely your bound to unfold
recognize the need to stay and get cooked
because when you stick it all out
you’re stronger and through
to the side you’ll stay that helps you get by
and eventually the length of time is why
you feel like yourself
and you’ve become whole
let your pizza bake fully
and learn your real role
The crust of the bread felt like carton under his teeth, he had to spit it out, he wasn’t thinking clearly and he could only huff in frustration. His hand found his forehead, palm running down his face, a deep breath and all gone, he just needed to clear his mind to find a solution.
My teeth tore gently at the crust of the pizza. The hunger had not yet faded from my days of fasting but all I had left was this tough piece of bread and I was determined to make it last as long as my stomach could stand it.
I’m hungry…pizza crust, pie crust, , bread crust. Nonfood: snow can be crusted, my eyes get crusty in allergy season, the earth has a crust.
My friend was called crusty Christy in 8th grade. I found it to be quite sad especially because she took it to heart. See, she had very dry skin and just an acne problem over all. Because of the acne she would wear tons of makeup that would make her skin look even more dry. Oh crusty Christy.
Crust is hard, crunchy, crumbling. Crust, like that on the pizza I am about to eat. Crust, like that which forms over the hearts of the hardened. Crust that can be softened by liquid mercy.
The crust of the earth. In every group, there is always the crust. The outsiders, those so desperate to fit in, to be on the inside and protected. During the winter, even penguins have the crust, those who get burned and hurt by the elements, those who sacrifice themselves for the bettering of the rest.
it was 1969, October 25th if I remember rightly. Man had walked on the moon and I had just had my first stuffed crust pizza. Anachronistic? Nope! My mother invented it.
The crust of the bread my father brought home from Shelley’s bakery Sunday mornings. It was white bread like velvet and melted on your tongue. We ate it with scrambled eggs. My father put on pepper and sneezed and sneezed.
Oh, eine leckere kruste hat dieses Brot.
So eine schmackhafte Kruste, deftig und fest.
Ich beiße mir fast die Zähne daran aus.
Aber ich möchte nichts Inneres davon essen.
the crust of the earth. The small surface of what we see below, without the crust, this burnt outside, we would not be protected. Without the crust’s sacifice, we would not be as soft and perfect as we are. There is always the crust.
It was sitting right there.
Freshly baked, beautifully scented french bread..
And it was all for me.
With the perfect outer crust and a dollop of butter.
Dark, hard, no romance here……she broke off a piece…then..water….moving around the floor looking for a sliver of light, life. Ahh. there……she pushed her nails into the crack…..pain,blood….but continued and the light increased.
The toaster was broken. Wondering how I could tell? My newly made toast had come out with no crust.
I don’t even know how that could happen, much last why it happened. I sighed and turned back to the conversation I was happening with him, Jason. “What?” I asked him in confusion.
She only liked eating the crusts on pizza, going on the swings in the park, and looking only at pictures of particular cats. She liked calicos the most, but she didn’t find Siamese felines to be particularly noteworthy.
“I want a calico some day,” she said to me as I was vacuuming the living room.
The crust. Amazing, crumbly, hard. A perfect opposite to the warm softness of the bread. The word itself sounds like it belongs on the edge of a piece of bread. What is a good piece of bread without one? The crunch to the softness, crust is amazing!
“Wow girl …”. Tyrone hoisted the pitcher of beer and topped off his glass. “You’re like an undiscovered country!” He winked at me. I lifted my glass and think I must have blushed a little. Maybe I was a wee bit tipsy and had turned chatty. So much nicer, I later thought, to be a mystery that might be slowly uncovered than an open book which is easily closed.
bread has crust, and they used to say that if you don’t eat your crusts then your hair won’t go curly, which i found to be less effective on boys because they don’t really give a shit.
crust also makes me think of toenails, as when i was in school i used to have this joke with my best friend that he had crusty toenails because he once said that when he bit his nails they tasted like wotsits, which was pretty gross but also entirely amusing.
I stared down at the plate, disgusted. Margaret glared at me from above, her eyes simmering on the edge of horror.
“You burnt it,” she growled, and I kept staring at the brunt on cheese, crusting along the edges of her toast.
“I’m…. sorry?” I tried.
“Goddamnit, Joanne! I am starving!” she whined, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Whining, really?”
The only crust I ever truely enjoy, and never need any motivation to eat is a stuffed pizza crust. How did someone come up with a way to improve the most gorgeous food for any occassion. Social, proffessional, date or mates.
Ah crust. The great American love or annoyance. My mom always told me if I ate my bread crust that I would grow hair on my chest. Knowing my dad had hair on his chest, I ate crust like it was going out of style. And anyone who doesn’t eat pizza crust is just lame.
The crust in her eyes betrayed the fact that she just woke up. She gathered her bedclothes around herself, and tried to hold herself high.
“Where have you been, Anastasia?”
“Nowhere,father. Nowhere unusual”
“Its noon, you missed breakfast and you’ve almost missed lunch!”