My grandfather had a potato field… yeah, you really want to wash those organically grown taters. Because you would not want to eat horse manure compost that might be still on the skins! 
@twoinanddone - my grandparents were farmers and I dug up and cleaned many potatoes as a kid. I also worked in restaurants. H doesn’t cook and never has, so maybe I shouldn’t have been so surprised at this revelation.
LOL, @marvin100 . My grandmother thought I went to UConn. I went to Conn College.
Go, Huskies! 
My guess is the non-potato washer doesn’t eat the skin.
“Lather, rinse, repeat.”
Ok, I know it says that on a lot of shampoo bottles, but who actually does that? My H, apparently. He said his mom taught him. He was very wasteful–used two whole handfuls of shampoo on short hair–like 4 times as much as I did on long hair. I cured him of that, but he had a hard time believing that he didn’t have to follow his mom’s/the bottle’s directions. (Btw, he doesn’t use a washcloth, but I do.)
His mother may have washed her hair once a week, not everyday like most people do now.
My mother used to get her hair ‘washed and set’ once a week, on Thursdays so it would be good for the weekend. She also had a wig if she needed it. This was in the 1960s, and she was in her late 20s/30s
A few nights ago I watched as H washed a mixing bowl with a dishcloth then washed all around the sink and garbage disposal drain and then finished the mixing bowl! He argued when I said that the garbage disposal and the sink were full of bacteria. The last few years my argument then goes to proof from online research. I sent 4 articles from reliable sources explaining how filthy the sink area is and the bacteria in it. He read one (all I needed) and finally understood. Clean the mixing bowl, then the sink, then toss the washcloth in the laundry. SO MANY kitchen things he argues about… he is a physician to boot.
@1or2Musicians: Don’t you mean, “Go Camels!”
(S1 went to Conn College.)
There is this whole secret language men use when golfing. My H and I will be golfing and I never get it right.
Me: you pushed your tee shot
H: no I pulled it. Pushed is one direction, pulled is the other.
Me: you hooked that shot
H: no I sliced it.
Me thinking: it’s all the same, it’s in the woods. :))
Soaping the dish with a dishrag dipped in a wash bowl to wash it and instead of rinsing the dish under a stream of water from the faucet… wipe the soapy suds away with a drying towel…gak…
The faucet is right there with not water shortage…why not rinse the soap off…why wipe the soap away with a towel…because that is the way he was taught to do dishes by his mother.
Only had beer in the bottle and chips…
We were driving by a farm with cows when D2 was 5. Those cows were all brown. She screamed, “Chocolate milk cows.” She loved chocolate milk and it was as if she finally figured out where chocolate milk came from.
Nuclear…DH says it wrong. I just ignore it now.
After reading this thread last night, I went into the kitchen and scrubbed all of the potatoes H had just bought to make potato salad with Lemon Joy and then washed them off in warm water and then let them soak in cool water. Mind you, I always rinsed the potatoes before anyway but now I am going to really scrub them.
I don’t use a washcloth. When I was younger, I used a loofah, but I can’t be bothered anymore.
My mom used to go on Saturdays in the '60’s and '70’s to get her hair done for the work week. She would wear a shower cap (remember those?) to keep her “hairdo” from getting wet in between visits to the “Bee-you-tee parlor” so I was also taught rinse, lather, rinse, repeat.
Only those who follow the Detroit Lions will get this (and no, we don’t follow the Lions, but we live in the area):
The Lion’s offensive coordinator is named “Jim Bob Cooter.” Really.
My husband keeps calling him “Scooter Bobcat.” I actually like that name better.
Way too many to list but my H is always wrong and I am always right. Thank god for Google.
I wash potatoes…but I would never use soap on them…just a brush and water.
How do you get clean without using a washcloth or loofah? Scratching my head at that one.
Apparently the entire country of France does not use a wash cloth either. Every French hotel I’ve ever stayed in, even expensive/upscale ones, did not provide a wash cloth along with the towels. First time I traveled there I thought it was just an oversight, but when I requested to have one sent to my room they were completely baffled.
Daughter and I were driving through Alabama when she was 12. There was a beautiful cow farm, on both sides of the road. One side had all white cows, the other black cows. She said,“oh my god, they even segregate their cows here!” I still laugh to this day about that.
@Scipio, I wonder what the French think women use to wash makeup of their face?