I will happily eat pizza crust all day long, especially if it's from a nicer place. But the disappointment of having eaten all the good parts of the pie, tolerating the crust at the bottom, only to wind up with your last bite being the most unsatisfying taste of wheat ever beholden to existence, a part is often the first to be burnt; is a disappointment that god could not bear without frowning.
No I can't start with the worst bit and work my way to the better parts, people will judge me. No I can't just throw it out, I will judge myself. I must eat it, but I will not be happy about it.