There was once a crusty piece of pizza sitting on a crusty table. “Mister, why dont you clean your crusty table so that the cursty piece of pizza can sit on a clean table?” asked Charles. “Well it makes no sence to clean a crusty table for a crusty piece of pizza. The pizza is crusty, so why does it matter?” replied the pizzaria man. The boy nodded his head agreeing, then said “well even though the pizza is crusty, it doesnt mean that it doesnt deserve a crusty table to sit on. It deserves a clean table to look crusty on.” The pizzeria man agreed and began to scrubb the table from top to bottom. Soon, the table turned a bright color of white even though it was a dirty brown only a few minutes ago. Then the crusty pizza stood out on the table. “But the pizza is still crusty” said the pizzeria man, “no one is going to want it”. At that moment a crusty man walked by and saw the pizza, he picked it up with an appetizing face. He said “Mmmm, well dont mind if i do”, then threw two dollars at the pizzeria man and ate the crusty pizza as he walked away. “For every crusty pizza, there is a crusty man who doesnt mind eating crusty pizza” said Charles.
Leah
The earth crumbled away beneath his steel-toed boots and floated off like they were suspended by some invisible stream. In reality, knowing that he was standing on the edge of the planet’s gravitational field was considerably less comfortable that a babbling brook would have been.
This crust of earth is unjustly handled and misaligned with what’s supposed to be defined as a nation of the sustainable. And we are anal, and yet not capable to realize we need to rectify our misbehaviors and learn that we are our own saviors. And of course you can buy in and keep tryin to remedy this misstep and rep what you believe on your ears chest wrist and feet — the way you walk among the rest is best done in fluid motion of a certain cadence to retain us and restrain us from further degradation and inflation. We must make from made and begin again to escalade our passions instead of filling with frills we’ll take back the land and undo this damage. And handle what has happened before us.
the upper part of the earth is called earth crust. it is the most fertile part of the earth. it contains humus, clay and soil.
sadia
The crust was baked all wrong. He sighed, it didn’t have anything right about it, in disappointment he threw his last creation into the trash, time to start again.
Anna
The bread’s crust was stale and hard, bitter and dry in Ophelia’s mouth. She hated the taste, yet supposed that it was better than the tomato soup her grandmother would cook.
Gina Park
She walked into her dingy motel room a glance around saw her pillow was covered in crusty red stuff. She groaned a little, “Couldn’t they have paid for a better place?” she asked the three girls that were staying with her.
Anna
Crust between peoples toes is unappealing, but when I see it in the form of a pillowy bed for melted cheese to rest it’s leaky, stringy layers, I can’t help but imagine putting it in my mouth and tasting it.
Jennifer
Pizza was his favourite food. Every single day, he’d pick up the phone and dial that number that he knew like the back of his hand. “The usual,” he’d always say to the person on the other side of the line; that being everything but the olives. But one box every day was still not enough to satisfy his hunger. Despite his lack of money and his ever-growing tab, he’d order another one, or walk to the diner down the street for a strawberry sundae. He’d walk out of his abode without leaving a single crumb or crust as proof of his love for pizza… except for the pizza boxes scattered here and there.
i never liked the crust of the sandwich when i was young. I never knew quite why, but it always seemed the gross burnt end of the delicious sandwich. it also doesn’t help that they give it such an ugly name, like the gross things in the corners of your eyes in the morning. anyway now i love crust, because it is just buttery bread, after all
the crust is whats on the end. the crust protects whats within.
jessica
I have a peace of pizza with crust on it. It tasted good. It had some pizza sauce and garlic powder on it. It tasted like crust. I enjoyed it very well.
andrew
Who likes the crust of a sandwich. I know I didn’t as a kid. I still don’t sometimes. And pizza crust? If there’s no sauce, I’m not eating it. While crust can be amazing, it is also something that very few kids enjoy. So a note to all those mom’s out there … cut the crust i
Noel
The thin crust of earth broke beneath her tiny fingers. It was important, so important, that she break through. There was no hope for her or Max if she couldn’t find that box again, they’d be in so much trouble with Kamlyn.
Marskatr
I’m disgusted by crust but I sympathise with crusties. I love crust on pies. The planet earth has a crust. You never think about crust and all its possibilities until someone asks you to. What crust are you most proud of? And most embarrassed by? (Be honest.)
Robin Marsden
Pizza crusts are the only part of the food that I never ate until recently. With the new invention of stuffed crusts and trying crispy crusts all make me love the pizza crust. I have always loved pie crusts however. Pie crusts are the best part of a slice of pie or a dairy queen cake.
Ann Treesa Joy
pie is the most delicious crusty dessert. Try apple, cherry, strawberry and even pear. So yummy!!!
Mar
Mouse eat crust so nobody else does it. No mouse no! It is a trap!
Wirl Mash
Everyone has a crust. Some are flaky and easy to break. Others are incredibly resilient, so strong that it takes relentless perseverance to break through it. When you think about it, we’re all pies, different flavors, different layers.
We love pizza but we make sure that we leave out the crust. How can we say that we love it fully if we do not truly love every part of it. The maker of this pizza must be disappointed in those who do not eat the crust because he had carefully molded it and it was not appreciated.
And the crust outlining the pizza was moist, with tints of brown and flakes of oregano… She bit into it, reluctant at first–for she did not enjoy crust in the least–but as she unleashed the taste into her palette, she experienced nothing as she ever had done. Homemade! This was the food of the Gods!
Destiny
A satisfying word for the glottals. Makes you want to break it, attack it. It’s the smoothest rough word in the English language.
Charles Scherer
The crust was gooey, crispy, greasy, dripping with the oils of cheese, peppered with the spices of meats. And the rest! Chewy, gummy, hot, salty, greasy paradise. Risk of cardiac arrest be damned — it was worth it. It was one fine pizza. It was divine. Truly divine.
terradi
What? Crust? I was thinking it would come up with some profound wonderful word like like love or hate or anger or something that’s less like an emotion…but crust?!?! It makes me think of pizzas and pies and things yummy which consequently makes me hungry and think of my hometown of Wakefield for some reason. Some people may use the word ‘crust’ and make it far more profound and relate it to the Earth’s crust or something, but, no, in my tiny little mind it just makes me feel slightly hungry.
Al Shearon
I was standing on the outermost crust of the Earth. Below me was a hole, extending into the innermost crusts of the Earth. Heck, yeah I was going in there! Who doesn’t want to go to the center of the Earth (Without being burnt to bits)? Of course, I was taking an experience explorer and a cryptologist with me.
“You know who I really need?” I asked the explorer.
“Mmmm, no. Who?” She looked up from her supplies.
“Bear Grylls.” I stated, “Oh, and a coffee.”
Crust is on pizza. I like the crust, thick or thin crust. It’s bread and yummy. Some people don’t like crust but thats just a waste of pizza and they should eat it. What about the people who have no food? Crust is everywhere. Pizza crust, pie crust, cookie crust. It’s a good between hard and soft bread.
Juliana Alvarado
The crust is the layerof the earth on that of which we stand. It is also the outside edge of a pie or pizza.
I was never one to make my mother cut the crust off the bread. I just never saw the purpose of it, and thought that it was rude to ask such a thing of my mother. I liked cutting them into 4 little squares.
Elizabeth
the hard outside part of something .the rocky outer part of a planet
salah
the upper crust always meant the rich people. these rich people are now running america and ruining things for the poor and the middle class. now they want to stop food stamps.
My toast this morning had the perfect amount of crust. Some people don’t like crust – but i most certainly do! on sandwiches and toast and dipping bread and everything in between! My grandpa always told me to eat my crust cause it would make my hair grow long, pretty, and thick… but then again he told the boys it put hair on their chest, either way crust is a must!
jackie
crispy crust of the pizza or cherry pie. one is thick and fluffy, the other: flaky and light. the better of the two, I would say is the cherry pie crust. it is best with whipped cream and a bit of the cherry filling. However, the pizza crust can be just as good with some ranch dressing. the right time and place is what is necessary for either to be truly delectable. Either would be enjoyable at the moment, but together, these crusts do not mesh.
elifant92
crust. The yummy bit of a pie. The thing that makes delicious crocket amazing. The outside of a baguette or piece of yummy multigrain cereal in the South of France. Crust= vacation and sunshine, goodtime with friends, and overall happiness. Without crusts for crunchiness food would be much less appetizing than it is right now.
Amy
My pie crust never comes out the way I want it. It’s always too dry and crumbly. I hate that because I LOVE pie so much!! I have watched many pastry chefs make pie crusts that turn out great. I swear I do the same thing they do, but it never works out for me. That brings me to the next thing I can’t make. GRAVY!
Mandy
It’s so crusty… Oh, wait, that’s the word. This is tougher than playing Taboo… Crust: the material that crumbles away as you rub your fingers together. Its a constant reminder of how everything, no matter what it is, will eventually wear out. Nothing gold can stay. Nothing… can ever stay.
Ryan Reid
the edge of bread and the surface of a volcano, it protects and tastes great there is a sence of bobbliness of a toughness to its texture i like the crust edge of a piece of bread.
David
The pie cooled on the windowsill. The smell of just baked pie filled the house tempting everyone to take a bite of it’s golden crust.
Stephanie
The crust of the bread is what you are to me.
Unneeded, and unwanted.
The only difference is, I don’t like the crust. But if I have to, I’ll deal with it.
But I despise you. With my whole heart. And if I have to deal with it, well, let’s say I’d rather run from my problems and be a coward.
There was once a crusty piece of pizza sitting on a crusty table. “Mister, why dont you clean your crusty table so that the cursty piece of pizza can sit on a clean table?” asked Charles. “Well it makes no sence to clean a crusty table for a crusty piece of pizza. The pizza is crusty, so why does it matter?” replied the pizzaria man. The boy nodded his head agreeing, then said “well even though the pizza is crusty, it doesnt mean that it doesnt deserve a crusty table to sit on. It deserves a clean table to look crusty on.” The pizzeria man agreed and began to scrubb the table from top to bottom. Soon, the table turned a bright color of white even though it was a dirty brown only a few minutes ago. Then the crusty pizza stood out on the table. “But the pizza is still crusty” said the pizzeria man, “no one is going to want it”. At that moment a crusty man walked by and saw the pizza, he picked it up with an appetizing face. He said “Mmmm, well dont mind if i do”, then threw two dollars at the pizzeria man and ate the crusty pizza as he walked away. “For every crusty pizza, there is a crusty man who doesnt mind eating crusty pizza” said Charles.
The earth crumbled away beneath his steel-toed boots and floated off like they were suspended by some invisible stream. In reality, knowing that he was standing on the edge of the planet’s gravitational field was considerably less comfortable that a babbling brook would have been.
This crust of earth is unjustly handled and misaligned with what’s supposed to be defined as a nation of the sustainable. And we are anal, and yet not capable to realize we need to rectify our misbehaviors and learn that we are our own saviors. And of course you can buy in and keep tryin to remedy this misstep and rep what you believe on your ears chest wrist and feet — the way you walk among the rest is best done in fluid motion of a certain cadence to retain us and restrain us from further degradation and inflation. We must make from made and begin again to escalade our passions instead of filling with frills we’ll take back the land and undo this damage. And handle what has happened before us.
the upper part of the earth is called earth crust. it is the most fertile part of the earth. it contains humus, clay and soil.
The crust was baked all wrong. He sighed, it didn’t have anything right about it, in disappointment he threw his last creation into the trash, time to start again.
The bread’s crust was stale and hard, bitter and dry in Ophelia’s mouth. She hated the taste, yet supposed that it was better than the tomato soup her grandmother would cook.
She walked into her dingy motel room a glance around saw her pillow was covered in crusty red stuff. She groaned a little, “Couldn’t they have paid for a better place?” she asked the three girls that were staying with her.
Crust between peoples toes is unappealing, but when I see it in the form of a pillowy bed for melted cheese to rest it’s leaky, stringy layers, I can’t help but imagine putting it in my mouth and tasting it.
Pizza was his favourite food. Every single day, he’d pick up the phone and dial that number that he knew like the back of his hand. “The usual,” he’d always say to the person on the other side of the line; that being everything but the olives. But one box every day was still not enough to satisfy his hunger. Despite his lack of money and his ever-growing tab, he’d order another one, or walk to the diner down the street for a strawberry sundae. He’d walk out of his abode without leaving a single crumb or crust as proof of his love for pizza… except for the pizza boxes scattered here and there.
spaces of butter like hot volcano froth curling over the edge a hard waterfall devoid of sustenance of movement
default word
i never liked the crust of the sandwich when i was young. I never knew quite why, but it always seemed the gross burnt end of the delicious sandwich. it also doesn’t help that they give it such an ugly name, like the gross things in the corners of your eyes in the morning. anyway now i love crust, because it is just buttery bread, after all
the crust is whats on the end. the crust protects whats within.
I have a peace of pizza with crust on it. It tasted good. It had some pizza sauce and garlic powder on it. It tasted like crust. I enjoyed it very well.
Who likes the crust of a sandwich. I know I didn’t as a kid. I still don’t sometimes. And pizza crust? If there’s no sauce, I’m not eating it. While crust can be amazing, it is also something that very few kids enjoy. So a note to all those mom’s out there … cut the crust i
The thin crust of earth broke beneath her tiny fingers. It was important, so important, that she break through. There was no hope for her or Max if she couldn’t find that box again, they’d be in so much trouble with Kamlyn.
I’m disgusted by crust but I sympathise with crusties. I love crust on pies. The planet earth has a crust. You never think about crust and all its possibilities until someone asks you to. What crust are you most proud of? And most embarrassed by? (Be honest.)
Pizza crusts are the only part of the food that I never ate until recently. With the new invention of stuffed crusts and trying crispy crusts all make me love the pizza crust. I have always loved pie crusts however. Pie crusts are the best part of a slice of pie or a dairy queen cake.
pie is the most delicious crusty dessert. Try apple, cherry, strawberry and even pear. So yummy!!!
Mouse eat crust so nobody else does it. No mouse no! It is a trap!
Everyone has a crust. Some are flaky and easy to break. Others are incredibly resilient, so strong that it takes relentless perseverance to break through it. When you think about it, we’re all pies, different flavors, different layers.
We love pizza but we make sure that we leave out the crust. How can we say that we love it fully if we do not truly love every part of it. The maker of this pizza must be disappointed in those who do not eat the crust because he had carefully molded it and it was not appreciated.
And the crust outlining the pizza was moist, with tints of brown and flakes of oregano… She bit into it, reluctant at first–for she did not enjoy crust in the least–but as she unleashed the taste into her palette, she experienced nothing as she ever had done. Homemade! This was the food of the Gods!
A satisfying word for the glottals. Makes you want to break it, attack it. It’s the smoothest rough word in the English language.
The crust was gooey, crispy, greasy, dripping with the oils of cheese, peppered with the spices of meats. And the rest! Chewy, gummy, hot, salty, greasy paradise. Risk of cardiac arrest be damned — it was worth it. It was one fine pizza. It was divine. Truly divine.
What? Crust? I was thinking it would come up with some profound wonderful word like like love or hate or anger or something that’s less like an emotion…but crust?!?! It makes me think of pizzas and pies and things yummy which consequently makes me hungry and think of my hometown of Wakefield for some reason. Some people may use the word ‘crust’ and make it far more profound and relate it to the Earth’s crust or something, but, no, in my tiny little mind it just makes me feel slightly hungry.
I was standing on the outermost crust of the Earth. Below me was a hole, extending into the innermost crusts of the Earth. Heck, yeah I was going in there! Who doesn’t want to go to the center of the Earth (Without being burnt to bits)? Of course, I was taking an experience explorer and a cryptologist with me.
“You know who I really need?” I asked the explorer.
“Mmmm, no. Who?” She looked up from her supplies.
“Bear Grylls.” I stated, “Oh, and a coffee.”
Crust is on pizza. I like the crust, thick or thin crust. It’s bread and yummy. Some people don’t like crust but thats just a waste of pizza and they should eat it. What about the people who have no food? Crust is everywhere. Pizza crust, pie crust, cookie crust. It’s a good between hard and soft bread.
The crust is the layerof the earth on that of which we stand. It is also the outside edge of a pie or pizza.
I was never one to make my mother cut the crust off the bread. I just never saw the purpose of it, and thought that it was rude to ask such a thing of my mother. I liked cutting them into 4 little squares.
the hard outside part of something .the rocky outer part of a planet
the upper crust always meant the rich people. these rich people are now running america and ruining things for the poor and the middle class. now they want to stop food stamps.
My toast this morning had the perfect amount of crust. Some people don’t like crust – but i most certainly do! on sandwiches and toast and dipping bread and everything in between! My grandpa always told me to eat my crust cause it would make my hair grow long, pretty, and thick… but then again he told the boys it put hair on their chest, either way crust is a must!
crispy crust of the pizza or cherry pie. one is thick and fluffy, the other: flaky and light. the better of the two, I would say is the cherry pie crust. it is best with whipped cream and a bit of the cherry filling. However, the pizza crust can be just as good with some ranch dressing. the right time and place is what is necessary for either to be truly delectable. Either would be enjoyable at the moment, but together, these crusts do not mesh.
crust. The yummy bit of a pie. The thing that makes delicious crocket amazing. The outside of a baguette or piece of yummy multigrain cereal in the South of France. Crust= vacation and sunshine, goodtime with friends, and overall happiness. Without crusts for crunchiness food would be much less appetizing than it is right now.
My pie crust never comes out the way I want it. It’s always too dry and crumbly. I hate that because I LOVE pie so much!! I have watched many pastry chefs make pie crusts that turn out great. I swear I do the same thing they do, but it never works out for me. That brings me to the next thing I can’t make. GRAVY!
It’s so crusty… Oh, wait, that’s the word. This is tougher than playing Taboo… Crust: the material that crumbles away as you rub your fingers together. Its a constant reminder of how everything, no matter what it is, will eventually wear out. Nothing gold can stay. Nothing… can ever stay.
the edge of bread and the surface of a volcano, it protects and tastes great there is a sence of bobbliness of a toughness to its texture i like the crust edge of a piece of bread.
The pie cooled on the windowsill. The smell of just baked pie filled the house tempting everyone to take a bite of it’s golden crust.
The crust of the bread is what you are to me.
Unneeded, and unwanted.
The only difference is, I don’t like the crust. But if I have to, I’ll deal with it.
But I despise you. With my whole heart. And if I have to deal with it, well, let’s say I’d rather run from my problems and be a coward.