The things you find out when writing: What is the part of bread called that is not the crust?

Many people peal or cut the crust off of their bread, but what is left over when there is no crust?  Is it just bread?  The crust s part of the bread so it seems there should be some other term.  I really was curious because I wanted to describe in my story some bread that was a little wet on the outside from sitting on a cell floor but stale on the inside. So what is an author to do but Google it.

It turns out there is a term for it.

I grew up calling it the “white” and I find other people calling it the “soft part”.  The actual term for it is the “crumb”  While we normally think of crumb being a small tiny piece of bread or cake, it is the term for the inside of the bread that is not the crust.  The word has become almost archaic in its usage in this manner but everything has to be called something right?

So next time you are at that fancy smancy restaurant, the one that serves that little loaf of bread, and you are cutting off a slice for your better half you can ask him/her, “Would you like the crust or the crumb?”  When they give you a funny luck you can dork out on them and explain to them the name of that white stuff and sound super smart and annoying.

NaNoWriMo update: And what does the Rabbit think? (PREVIEW)

Good evening,

I have been concentrating hard on meeting my goals in NaNoWriMo and now on day 16 I am currently at over 31K words and still going hard.  Check out below for a small preview:

All the kids lay in the field with their spears in hand. Mass’Ar put a finger to his lips.
Along with Grecce’An, he taught Foal’An, Bob’Ar, and Yell’An how to stalk the prey.
“You tay down below ze graz.” He said in a low voice.
“You are talking funny.” Foal’An said at a normal volume.
Mass’Ar looked back back at the field and watched a brown rabbit dash into some brambles. He stood up. “Okay, that one is spooked now, it will take a little while before it comes out.”
“This is boring!” Bob’Ar sighed loudly.
“And a little longer still.” Mass’Ar’s shoulders drooped.
Yell’An patted Bob’Ar’s shoulder.
“I don’t even know why we have to do this.” Foal’An stood up.
“Would you get down?” Mass’Ar demanded.
“So why did you talk funny earlier and you are yelling now?” Bob’Ar asked.
“I was trying not to say anything with an S sound in it as those are the loudest whispers and tha animals can hear them clearly. That’s why all animal warning sounds like hisses.”
“Wolves howl.” Bob’Ar offered.
“Are you related to Izzy’An?” Mass’Ar asked the young boy.
Grecce’An gave him a stern look for that statement and he apologized internally and she felt it and forgave him.
“Listen, Why don’t we just all duck down, stay quiet for a couple of minutes and I sure the rabbit will come out and Mass’Ar can show us how to kill it.”
“I hear you can kill animals just by looking at them.” Foal’An remained standing and crossed her arms.
Grecce’An narrowed her eyes and stared hard at the girl.
Foal’An and stood there staring back and then suddenly screamed and ran to hide behind Mass’Ar. “She is looking at me! She is trying to kill me!”
Mass’Ar shook his head and looked at the ground. “If she wanted you dead, I doubt you would still be alive.”
Yell’An finally spoke up. “Is it true?”
“Is what true?” Mass’Ar asked the young girl.
“Can she kill animals by looking at them?”
Mass’Ar looked at the witch and shrugged.
Grecce’An offered, “It’s not so much killing them with my mind, I just make their brain stop working and then they are easy for the hunters to kill.”
“I don’t believe you!” Foal’An stuck out a lip belying her more mature age than the other children present.
Grecce’An frowned then looked out over the field. After a couple of silent moments she pointed at the thicket.
All the children got up and looked across the field. The thicket shook slightly.
“That’s nothing.” Foal’An said defiantly. “The wind was blowing.”
Then a gray swamp rabbit emerged. It sniffed around and looked directly at them with it’s left eye.
Everyone present turned and looked at Grecce’An and saw she had her eyes shut.
“Coincidence.” Foal’An declared.
Grecce’An shook slightly with a snort.
They looked back at the rabbit. It looked at them then started hopping across the field towards them.
Foal’An waved her hands and shouted “Shoo rabbit!”
The rabbit startled but only for a moment. It continued straight towards them.
Yell’An ran out into the field.
The rabbit froze in fright at the approaching child and almost ran, but then appeared to make a decision and it hopped towards her.
When the girl reached the rabbit the animal appeared torn between running for it and hopping into her arms. Yell’An made the decision for the creature and scooped it up in her arms. “It’s really cute and too small to eat!”
Foal’An looked at the witch and saw she still had her eyes closed but wore a broad smile. She took the couple of steps closing the distance between Grecce’An and her self and then shoved.
As Grecce’An fell over she opened her eyes and everyone heard Yell’An scream from the field.
As Mass’Ar ran out to help the girl he saw the rabbit disappear into the thicket. Small scratches covered the young girl’s arms, stomach, and chest.
“Why did you do that?” Grecce’An demanded as she righted herself.
“Because you are a witch and you are too dangerous!” Foal’An shouted and turned to leave.
Grecce’An growled and reached a hand out towards the retreating girl.
Foal’An turned around roughly and suddenly walked back to the kids. “I am stupid and I should not ever be allowed to reproduce!”
Grecce’An bust out laughing.
Foal’An screamed. “I did not mean to say that! You forced me to say that!”
The girl stormed off and looked back at the laughing witch a couple of times before disappearing into the trees.
Mass’Ar arrived back with Yell’An in tow. “You are not doing yourself any favors by making enemies out of the kids here.”
“I thought it was hilarious!” Bob’Ar said.
Grecce’An smirked and pointed at the young boy. “You heard him.”
Mass’Ar shook his head. “I think our lesson is done for the day. Let’s go home.”

What a busy day!

We put out flags at the veteran’s cemetery today, went to Toy’s R Us for a little bit, came home, then went to a great game room called the Game Preserve where they feature video games from the 80’s and 90’s.  It’s like stepping into the book Ready Player One.  We celebrated my son’s 10th birthday and then came home after a few hours.  Then I had to clean the kitchen up while my son went camping with the scouts tonight.  Kitchen finally done, I sat down for some writing.  Surprisingly it went very well and I met today’s goals.  My word count is now up to 10,454.  One fifth done on only the 4th day!

Tomorrow I will try to get as far as I can to get a good cushion on my word count.

Keep writing!

Grecce’An Progress

Busy night tonight.  My son’s birthday today so we went out shopping, went to eat and then went to the grocery store.  Finally got to sit down and work some on the story.  I managed to get some good progress.  Tonight I made it to 7,660 words.  Tomorrow we have scouts first thing in the morning, birthday party for my son in the afternoon, and then a scouts campout.  I am not going to the campout, but I am going to clean the kitchen while my wife takes him.  I hope to make some time for more #NaNoWriMo after I am done with all of that.

More words for Grecce’An

Wrapping up tonight’s writing. I am through a bit of Chapter 2 already with 5,363 words of the story told so far.

Short excerpt from tonight:

“Again you compare her to you?” Drog’Ar barked. “She is different, she is more powerful than you are and she is only a year old. What do you think she will do in another year? She will know every little secret of every member of the tribe.”
“Do you have secrets you are trying to hide?” Crula’An now spoke mentally to the outspoken furry.
Drog’Ar seized up. “No.” He said in a weak voice.
Crula’An in that instant knew all his dirty secrets and he knew she did. She found herself shivering at the knowledge of some of those secrets and saw right then how the counsel members could see her as such a threat.
Drog’Ar faded back from the conversation.