How to split a dinner roll....
Yep, most of you probably already know this little trick but I happened to learn it while I was in college eating at the little on-campus restaurant with another girl. She took her fork and started piercing the roll in half all the way around until she just pulled it a part with ease. I remember staring in amazement! Something so simple that no one had taught me!? After years of trying to saw my dinner roll in half with a butter knife at restaurants trying not to cause a scene as I demolished my roll into what resembled a crumbly pancake I finally had a new way to cut that roll in half!
Of course, I did learn more in college than that but this memory has stuck with me forever.....unfortunately I don't remember the girl at all. I can't even picture her....she was just someone who was eating in there often like I was and so we would sit together sometimes....she also taught me to squeeze ketchup from a little ketchup packet in a direct, neat, and tidy line along a slender french fry without making a mess. This little trick also came in handy when I was driving my car and eating french fries (something I never do now! Ha!) and didn't have anywhere to squeeze out ketchup for dipping. Oh yes, invaluable skills I tell ya!
So there you have it! What I learned in college! =0)
Do you have any funny stories about skills you've learned with eating? Please, oh please, share them here! I'd love to hear your stories and about the food skills you possess! LOL. Come on! Do tell!
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When we dated, I did the single line of ketchup on the French fry while we drove around LOL
Now, we share the ketchup pile. We put the black pepper on the ketchup, stir around with the fry, and then dip. Black pepper will not stick to a cooked fry once it is dry.
Well....I don't know if it's funny or not but here is one of my little stories.
Years ago, when I owned my own business, one of my clients was an elderly lady who, I was told by her family, needed only minor assistance in her home. I was only to go a couple of days a week to help with minor needs and see how she was doing. Well....she turned out to be a very needy, cranky lady who really needed round-the-clock care. I would be at her house most of the day, EVERY day, until I just quit (I had many other clients at the time). Anyway, she was always very insistent on the way to make eggs....she actually had me get out an entire dozen and made me sit by her while she cracked the entire dozen in a bowl...showing me which ones were the freshest by how they looked and then making me practice over and over again the proper way to beat an egg (it really IS all in the wrist!). While I'm sorry to say I didn't enjoy being around her, I always think of her when I'm making eggs....which is several times a week!
Okay...I did think of another one that's actually funny!
When I was a little girl, about 4 years old, I went out to dinner with my family in Iowa. The restaurant was (to me) a very fancy place in an old red barn (that might have actually been it's name, The Red Barn) and they had red checked tableclothes and fancy glasses. They just kept bringing out more and more food...corn bread, mashed potatoes and gravy, chicken, ribs, etc. and I had just never eaten so much food in my little life! Finally, the waiter came out with little bowls filled with water for everyone and when he came to me, I said in my most polite 4-year-old voice, "Oh, no thank you. I couldn't eat another bite." What I hadn't realized was that the waiter had brought out finger bowls!
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