I don’t know how, but my mom could open jars better than me when I was a foot taller and much stronger than her. She’d make me move furniture around, and I’d hand her pickle jars.
That’s actually really cute.
“Move this couch, please.” “Sure thing, mom.”
“Open these olives, please.” “Of course, sweety.”
Doesn’t help you now I’m sure, but I’ve found gently banging around the rim or lid of a jar on the concrete outside usually loosens the seal enough to open the jar.
(Outside on concrete because I don’t want to dent anything inside.)
Or just stick a teaspoons other end under the lid, prefferably where the thread begins, lever it up a little and it’ll pop.
Yep, I use the end of a butter knife. You’re fighting the pressure that built up rather than how tight the lid is screwed.
Engineer solution. The rest are hearsay and folk tales
I usually bang the edge of the lid with some blunt flatware. Dull side of a butter knife is my preferred flatware.
Helped my manager open something a few weeks ago by using some random piece of office equipment. She was very happy to pickled jalapenos as a side.
I have a sheet of that rubber no slip shelf liner stuff I use for difficult jar lids. It works great.
I find that it’s easier to do left-handed, so that all of the torque runs through the fat part of the thumb, rather than trying to grip with that instead.
Luckily, my teenager is shorter than me by a good bit, so I can freely call them a noob when they ask something that simple.
Then again, calling them noob is pretty much always an option, as is telling them I’ll bang their mum when they lose a game.
1337 parenting ftw!
“daaaaad this maths homework is nonsensical!”
- “skill issue, git gud”
starts sobbing
I just know I’m going to be minding my own business and my to-be teenaged son will suddenly ask me what a VCR is.
That’s the thing with teenagers. Some days, mostly at random, they simply wake up and choose violence.
