My H thinks there is no need to wash a potato. He saw me washing and scrubbing baking potatoes a few minutes ago and said I was washing off the skins and that potatoes don’t need washing. I showed him that it was dirt in the scrubber but he insisted it was skin. In over 30 years together, has he never seen me wash and scrub our potatoes?? We are talking bagged, dirty, russet potatoes here. Luckily he did believe the google gods and never makes our potatoes.
Over what have you and your spouse disagreed where you thought you were right and that the facts in question were common knowledge?
Many things but I have forgotten them. The thing is, not to focus on them. It goes both ways. I have learned a few things are not facts that I believed were true.
Haha! Hilarious! Similar with my hubby, who never thinks he needs to wash fruit or veg. I agree that you don’t wash it until you intend to eat it, but he just chops up unwashed stuff for a salad, etc… He picks an apple up and eats it without washing. Then I have to tell him that he can poison himself if he likes, but not us and the kids, and I take it all out of the salad and rinse it.
He also thinks you should never leave dirty dishes in the sink. Not as in put them immediately in the dishwasher, but rather, just leave every dirty dish next to the sink. This makes me completely insane, and is a relic of his childhood. In England, where he grew up, there was usually one fairly small sink. The British sink will always have a washing up bowl in it (and still does in all the homes I have visited there.) All the dishes will be neatly stacked beside the sink, until it’s time to put them in the washing up bowl and rinse them, wash them, etc… before they go in the dishwasher. The washing up bowl gets gross and disgusting, and you have to dump out all the gross, yucky water. WHY??? Why not just rinse the dirty dishes in the sink, then put the plug in, then put in your soapy water and wash them or whatever floats your boat, right there in the sink???
So at home, we have a double sink, for just this reason. We do not have a washing up bowl in the sink, though we do have one that we brought with us from the UK, 14 years ago. I enjoy putting my dirty dishes in the sink, where they are not as visible. Hubby then takes them out of the germy sink and stacks them on the side of the sink. Does anyone else understand why this makes me insane? Or am I being unreasonable? :((
DH grew up reading voraciously, and subsequently some of the words in his vocabulary he mispronounces. The one that comes to mind is carrel (the little study carrels in libraries, etc). The emphasis is on the first syllable (CArrel) but he pronounces it caREL. Unfortunately DS #1 heard it from him enough times (was part of an eagle scout project) that he mispronounces it too!
We have some regional differences - he’s a Southerner and I’m a Yankee, but neither is wrong TBH. They’re just different.
One “Wow!, Never heard that before!” thing I just heard today is from an older (not elderly) guy who believes socks don’t get reworn - that they’re disposable. He buys new. More power to him. Ours get worn (and washed) until there are holes or the elastic is worn out. I don’t plan to change.
Hubby also knows a family that doesn’t eat or drink any leftovers of any sort. They all get tossed with new things made or opened each time they eat. That’s not us either.
I’m not sure those are wrong. They’re lifestyle choices.
For wrong, most things I hear are from the high school kids - or from the internet. One young lass never did believe me that you don’t need passports to go to Hawaii. (You might need them for identification flying or if you’re going through Canada to get to HI, but not simply to go to HI.) Several have no idea where Mt Everest is - not even which hemisphere.
When I was a camp counselor there was a guy who also worked there who was sure veal cutlet was a fish. He was a very talented clarinetist (we were in HS band together) but he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
For years I disagreed with my H on butter storage. He grew up with it in a covered crock on the kitchen counter. I grew up opposite…if it’s not in the fridge it’s spoiled. I have since flipped and am ok with it stored on the counter next to the toaster. I, however, disagree with his use of layering butter under PB&J sandwiches (yuck).
I don’t usually use a wash cloth when I take a shower. When we hadn’t been married very long, DH was appalled and INSISTED that I use one - he was really upset with me. He said that his parents, both doctors, said you needed to use one to get really clean.
Not long after he blew up at me, his dad came for a visit. I made sure to include a wash cloth along with a towel in his room. FIL brought the wash cloth to me and said, “I don’t use wash cloths, so I thought I’d give this back to you.” I didn’t let DH hear the end of that for a long time.
@MaineLonghorn I stopped using a wash cloth in college when I figured I would rather fit one more pair of socks or underwear into the washing machine over a wash cloth. I think I would have told your dh that not using a wash cloth was my way of checking my self for lumps that shouldn’t be there.
The correct position for a washed bowl in the drying rack is upside down, so it drains. Fruit should be cut, potatoes peeled, etc. by bringing the blade of the knife towards one’s self; not by whittling it on a chopping board. The average American does not wash and dry their bath towel after every use. The instructions on Heinz ketchup do not say “Refrigerate after opening”.
My children swear I never taught them to say “by accident” rather than “on accident”. They believe it is unfair for me to cringe and correct them now that they are teens.
DH thought it was possible to tell if our fetus was a boy or girl at 4 weeks into the pregnancy.
The correct (IMO) thing to do with dirty dishes is load them in the dishwasher. If it is full of clean dishes, empty it, then load them in the dishwasher. Do not just shuffle around the dirty dishes until they are stacked next to the sink and then be proud of yourself for “helping”.
An un-named relative says crazy things all the time. My favorite - all cows are spotted, like the ones at Chick-fil-a. We were driving passed pasture full of solid brown cows at that very moment.
My grandmother thinks I went to William & Mary and played soccer (I went to Williams and played rugby). I’m fine with it, though–one of the things I like about Williams is that among most people it flies under the radar.
OP, your husband never worked on a potato farm at harvest. The potatoes come in on trucks from the fields covered in mud and dirt and mold. If they come in from the field just dirty, but not muddy, they just get loaded onto trucks. Most of the potatoes from our farms went for potato chips or for frozen potatoes (tots, hash browns).
My job was to pick the sticks, rocks, and rotten potatoes off the conveyor belt. Believe me, you want to wash those taters!
I didn’t let DH hear the end of that for a long time.