Vaya, que chingón. Quédate con tu pedazo de pan y dalo a comer a tu llama porque no es para menos que tu mujer no quiere dormir contigo.

Smartass.

If you can't get anyone to eat 'em, rip 'em up and throw them out for the birdies. They don't mind crusts. Or staleness. Or those little beginning speckles of mold that make me go eeeeeeaaauw, for that matter.

I'm with BigV on that one... I'll fight you for the heel! (same with the end cut on prime rib....sure it's more done than not.. but boy howdy! that's where all the good luvin' flavour is!)

End cut on prime rib.......Mmmmm. :yum:

Heel? The terrorists have won!

Crust, or heel. I'm not fond but my partner likes them ...

Jack Sprat, Limey? :D

Local bbq joint has a special on tuesdays: burnt tips (of brisket). Had it once, tasty.

The single telling phrase that made a Buffy fan of my wife: "Mi Casio, su Casio."

Joss Whedon certainly has a way with words.