I just went to the supermarket and bought steak and a bottle of marinade.
I got home, took the plastic wrap off the top of the marinade bottle and went to give it a good shake before opening it.
Unfortunately, the cap was not securely on the bottle and marinade went all over my kitchen.
Man, what a mess!
I’m thinking I probably should use what’s left of the marinade, given that it has been sitting in an open bottle for who knows how long. Getting that off my entry way rug is going to be fun!
I did that with a bottle of white-out at work one day - you know how you always shake the bottle before you start using it? Well, I didn’t have the cap on, apparently. White-out doesn’t come out of ANYTHING.
I also recently did that with a canister of cocoa powder - it was lumped up at the bottom, so I gave it a good shake to loosen it up. Apparently, I didn’t have the lid on that perfectly, either (cocoa powder comes out a lot better than white-out). I do try to remember to keep lids on tightly before I shake them; it still doesn’t always work.
I live with a person who never replaces lids or caps securely, but rather just sets the cap on top of the bottle. It’s a mystery to me why she does it, but it didn’t take very long for me to learn the lesson. Now I automatically check lids and caps before I do anything with any container, whether it be at home or in a restaurant. When shaking, I keep a finger or thumb firmly over the top. I can’t cure her of the problem; I can only protect myself.
Bolding mine. I came here to say that. This is a very important habit to develop.*
Except I’m the idiot that doesn’t always get caps back on right. I blame the caps, though, for being hard to thread. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it. Don’t even get started with me, Chefguy!
*I once did this with a ketchup bottle in a restaurant right after being warned about loose caps, but before I learned this invaluable lesson. What a mess!
My mom did something similar with Hershey’s Chocolate Sauce. The squeeze bottle was almost empty, so she held it by the bottom and swung it around, using centrifugal force to get the remaining syrup into the top of the bottle. Unfortunately, the little pull top wasn’t completely closed. Chocolate syrup on the kitchen floors, walls, ceiling, into the living room, into the laundry room. What a mess.
The best part was that my dad was watching her do this, as she was explaining to him how easy it is to get the remaining syrup out. When I came home, she was on a ladder scrubbing the ceiling. I asked what happened. She said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” From the other room, I hear Dad yell, “I do!”
Yeah, hard to thread that pickle jar cap. :rolleyes: First time I grabbed a pickle jar by the lid out of the refrigerator door, it was a briny, dilly bath for me and the floor. Cinnamon jar on the counter: check. Tupperware container full of potatoes in water: check. Jar of salsa: check. Oh, the fun you’ll have!
I used to work in a college dorm cafeteria (a whole other saga) and one of my tasks was putting out condiments on Sundays when the meals were a little more…um…upscale? Anyhow I had to open big (I think 3 gallon) jars of olives, pickles, catsup etc. My roommate and I worked this job as a team. She had a kitchen worker who had a crush on her. He decided to help us by opening jars for us, and then setting the lid back in place. My usual way of opening these jars was to turn them upside down and smack them flat on the lid, to break the seal. This is not a good thing to do with a jar of olives that is already open. These olives had seeds too. For the rest of the day kitchen workers were skating on olives (eek! oops! damn! etc.) Yeah, that was unexpected.
In a restaurant, I like to smoosh up my packet of saltines, then open the packet and dump them in the soup. One time I smooshed them up, then started doing the usual flip/shake thing before opening the packet. Only apparently it was already open. Oops. Cracker crumb shower for me.
That happened to me with a bottle of Dave’s Insanity sauce, which had a cracked lid after one of my kids knocked it on the floor. I was shaking it up and it flew all over the kitchen and covered my hand and arm. Burned like a sonofagun for a couple days.
You reminded me of another one - I buy rice in a resealable bag, and I have since learned that the resealable bags are not to be trusted (i.e., don’t pick them up upside down). I have a feeling that I will NEVER get all the rice out of my kitchen.