“I CAN’T GET THIS OPEN!”
“HOW DO YOU GET THIS OPEN???”
“PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU! MAKE IT OPEN!”
I hear it again and again… from family, friends, my son’s teachers. But it never gets me down; it will never change me. I am who I am.
I love plastic wrap.
And I love a securely wrapped item sealed with the industrial-sized (‘food service grade’) plastic wrap that I lovingly keep on my counter at all times. Right behind my cutting board. It is always there for me. It understands my need like no one else. It lasts me 2-3 years at a time (because, well, yes, I date each new box…I’m a stats-nerd on a very shallow level…10/28/2012).
I was unaffected when my kindergarten-sized son would tell me his teachers couldn’t get his lunch items unwrapped. I am unfazed at my step-father’s angst during Christmas when he cannot figure out how to unseal the cookie plate. Find the crinkly edge, I advise, and work from there. You can always get in with a little perseverance. It’s not Fort Knox, it’s just food. Scissors – there’s always scissors.
I can unwrap any item I wrap – the formula for wrapping is always the same. With a little practice, you too can do it. All my wrapping starts with a long piece that goes under that item and folds over; then turn 90 degrees and repeat. If there is any possibility that air might invade, OR something can shift, I give it an extra piece across the top that tucks in at the bottom. So start at the bottom… if that doesn’t work, start at the top…you can get in; I have faith in you. And, well, scissors. There’s always scissors.