Thursday, August 14, 2008

Airing Eggy Grievances

I feel I am finally coming out of my lack of blogging funk. I swear this apartment has changed my outlook on life. The appliances and fixtures are so drab, the space too tiny for two. And we can hear every footstep of the person above us thanks to the innovation of wooden support beams. I will be so joyful in a place of our own! In saying so, I find myself upon blog inspiration almost daily. Apartment funk nearly over!

Do you remember moments as a child when you discovered that that way your family does something isn't the ONLY way to do something? Or something you take for granted in your daily routine is completely different for someone else? For example, as a child I remember showering at sleepovers and being completely appalled by the lack of water pressure in every friend's shower. (My dad has one of those showerheads that mixes air with the water, giving the impression of a torpedo ripping the skin off of your body.) When I asked my friends if leaving soap in their hair when they rinsed off bothered them, I was informed that this wasn't an issue. That there was nothing wrong with their water. And to them, the water was completely normal. I was astonished that they could live every day of their life with something so crappy and not even realize how crappy is was.

During this first year of marriage, I am amazed at all of the everyday things Doug and I do so different. He hates that I barricade the shower corners so that there isn't a breeze:

I've tried really hard to remember to move it, but I just cannot shower with a cold breeze flowing on me.

And what absolutely gets under my skin?


The way his family did it:

1. Open egg carton.
2. Crack egg you wish to cook.
3. Put empty eggshell back in egg carton, allowing potential pathogens to grow.
4. When all eggs are used, throw container away.


How it SHOULD be:

1. Open egg carton.
2. Crack egg you wish to cook.
3. Immediately throw away eggshell because it's nasty.
4. When all eggs are used, throw away empty container.

Thankfully, he was willing to curb this habit.

But I am very curious if any of your families left the shells in the carton or not.


Maggie said...

1. Throw away the egg shell/salmonella holder as soon as you crack it.

2. You guys did have the world's best water pressure.

3. I remember when we were kids and we discussed shampooing our hair. I piled all my hair on top of my head when I shampooed it and you washed your hair as it hung down your back. And you told me I was doing it wrong. I can't remember WHY it was wrong, but I stopped piling my hair up to shampoo it for many years.

Rachel said...

I totally remember that! It's "wrong" to pile up your hair to shampoo it because your hair gets all tangled up and because I feel the likelihood of getting soap into your eyes is much higher. I'm glad to know I guilted you into shampooing you hair the right least for a few years. :)

Amanda Z said...

We always threw away the eggshells immediately as children. I started, as an adult, to put the cracked shell back in the carton. It's not going to hurt anything. All the other eggs in the carton come in their own protective shells. And you're putting the whole thing in the cold fridge anyway, which slows bacteria growth. Now, I don't do this anymore because it annoys Aaron (to think there are more eggs in the carton than there actually are), but if that really grosses you out, you should definitely not think about where eggs come from in the first place, and how they are gathered. Now that's icky.

Aaron's family always put the twisty-tie back on the loaf of bread, whereas our big-ass family just twisted the end and tucked it under, being that a loaf of bread in our house lasted approx. 14 minutes.

Melody said...

Yay for blogging more often! It gives me something to do at work. :)

Rachel said...

The funny thing is that the potential for bacteria grosses me out, but not the fact that I'm eating microscopic bits of chicken bits. I'm funny like that. And I actually have no clue how eggs are gathered.

The bread thing is another difference between Doug and me, too. I say it takes too much time to put it back on, he wants the twisty tie on. And Doug's father prefers that the bread to be twisted in a certain direction, too. That's just too much!