Ok, you know the cans corned beef comes in, the kind with the little key and you should be able to just slip the key over the little metal tab and open it easy as can be, right? Wrong! I used to open them up all the time when we made corned beef salad for sandwiches. My question is, when did it get so hard? Did they suddenly decide to make the cans childproof (or, in my case adult proof)?
I had the can, and the little key was over the tab. Well, I turned....and nothing. It didn't move a bit. So, then I thought well, maybe I'm turning it the wrong way, so I tried the other direction. Again...nothing. Ok, so maybe I'm doing something wrong (although, it is pretty self expainatory....) so I take the key off...look at it...yes, it is a key, and yes it DOES fit over that little metal tab. So, I try again...both ways (you already know where this is going, right?)....and I break the tab off....in the key.
So, now I spend 10 minutes trying to pry the little broken metal piece from inside the key, breaking two fingernails in the process. And that little piece is wound in there tight! But, I finally get it off, and try to fit it over the itsy-bitsy little piece of metal still sticking up. Of course, that doesn't work because every time I try to turn it, the key just slips off.
In comes DH. I am almost in tears because I am CRAVING a corned beef sandwich for some reason (I wasn't really craving it before, it just sounded good, but after all that, I wanted one...NOW!). I explained the situation and almost threw the can at him.
So, he gets out his pliers. He pulls, he pries, he cusses...he slams the can on the counter (which, BTW, didn't help at all). Finally, he grabs the electric can opener (I knew he was going to try to use power tools) and actually gets the can open...and burns up the motor on the opener in the process (they really aren't made for rectangle cans).
So, I now have a bowl of corned beef salad...and didn't eat a bite. After all that, I lost my craving and had a cheese sandwich instead!
But at least a have a very hard earned lunch for tommorrow!
I had the can, and the little key was over the tab. Well, I turned....and nothing. It didn't move a bit. So, then I thought well, maybe I'm turning it the wrong way, so I tried the other direction. Again...nothing. Ok, so maybe I'm doing something wrong (although, it is pretty self expainatory....) so I take the key off...look at it...yes, it is a key, and yes it DOES fit over that little metal tab. So, I try again...both ways (you already know where this is going, right?)....and I break the tab off....in the key.
So, now I spend 10 minutes trying to pry the little broken metal piece from inside the key, breaking two fingernails in the process. And that little piece is wound in there tight! But, I finally get it off, and try to fit it over the itsy-bitsy little piece of metal still sticking up. Of course, that doesn't work because every time I try to turn it, the key just slips off.
In comes DH. I am almost in tears because I am CRAVING a corned beef sandwich for some reason (I wasn't really craving it before, it just sounded good, but after all that, I wanted one...NOW!). I explained the situation and almost threw the can at him.
So, he gets out his pliers. He pulls, he pries, he cusses...he slams the can on the counter (which, BTW, didn't help at all). Finally, he grabs the electric can opener (I knew he was going to try to use power tools) and actually gets the can open...and burns up the motor on the opener in the process (they really aren't made for rectangle cans).
So, I now have a bowl of corned beef salad...and didn't eat a bite. After all that, I lost my craving and had a cheese sandwich instead!
