Favorite Piece

There was a couple who had celebrated their golden anniversary with a big party. Presents were exchanged, and congratulations were expressed before they got in their car and drove home. 

 

 When they got home the woman made her way into the kitchen. As was her custom, she brewed some tea, and took out a loaf of bread. She had baked one daily for years. She cut off the heel, warmed it, and buttered it for her husband before cutting another slice for herself.  Then she served him the warm bread. 

 

 Now, this guy who had been married for fifty years loved his wife greatly, but the stress of the day had taken its toll. And he blew up. 

 

 He said, "Honey I love you. You know that. But quite frankly this is it. For more years than I can even count, you have baked bread for me every day. But you always give me the heel. You always pass off that crusty piece of bread, that heel on me. I have had it! I won't take it anymore!" 

 

 And this is true - she looked at him, blinked back the tears and said, "But honey, that's my favorite piece."