Fixing a spot of lunch as I do betimes, I decided on coldcuts, pickles and chips. Since I had made roast beef last time, I decided to open a new packet of luncheon meat which Beautiful likes much more than I do. Anyway, this vacuum-sealed pack had teeny-tiny white printing on a corner of the back of the packet which said, "Peel Here." As you can see in the picture above, I did get the rackin' flippin' corkin' snockin' layers separated. Then I tried to "peel.' I finally, by grasping one side with a dishcloth to reduce slippage, managed to peel back a couple of inches. But no farther. Considered getting a couple pair of pliers-- stupid. Got the scissors and proceeded to open the packet. I stored what I didn't use in GladWrap. Thank you, Fiskars; no thanks to Eckrich.
And what is with the "Resealable" packages we are doubtless paying extra for these days? Have we all run out of spring-loaded clothes pins? This idea is actually rather clever, I discovered after destroying a couple of them trying to open the sack. The problem is that it is a "run your finger down the strip" closure, the which I am almost never able to work, or if I do, I leave the teeniest space open. Stale chips. Yecccch!
7 comments:
Those resealable things are maddening. I usually resort to what you did-
Oh, I can never get those "peel here" things open. Like you, I stick to the tried and true--scissors to open, clothespin to close.
Ah, the problems of the first world.
But life would be so dull without these little annoyances! :0
I can't get the resealable bags to work either...seems this is a general problem - like childproof caps and that molded plastic packaging that even a scissor can't get open???
Shelly, my theory is that we’ve only so many moments, and they are too precious to be wasted trying to work the unworkable. Get the scissors!
Lin, I think I am henceforth going to interpret “Peel here” as “get scissors.”
Jim, indeed. I think of the “kitchen triangle” step-saver theories of the sixties, then look at the proliferation of fitness centers. You gotta laugh.
Vee, what is life without annoyances? Pleasant.
Grace, those are all frustrations that I would happily live without.
Me? I use the wooden clothespin.
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