Where Did the Brown Edges Go?

On this day of record-breaking heat, Charlie, Mom and Dad enjoyed a dinner of cold sandwiches on pretzel bread for dinner. Charlie was not so into sandwiches but definitely into the pretzel bread–at least one aspect of pretzel bread. He nibbled around and around the slice then examined it and asked,
9:13:14 where did the brown edges go?
“Where’d the brown edges go?”

Well, Charlie, you ate them, like this:
9:13:14 eating brown edges

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Charlie's Mom is a food writer fascinated with taste and our preferences for certain foods. Her son Charlie has taught her a great deal about the pleasures of food. Thank's to Charlie's eagerness to experience new tastes and enjoyment of a wildly varying diet, she's beginning to think that many "acquired tastes" are actually myth.