No More Onion Odor: Nitrile Gloves In The Kitchen

No More Onion Odor: Nitrile Gloves In The Kitchen

It was a detraction of a July day with heat conclusion undulating off the highway ' s black surface. Racing to yet exceeding kid activity in the delayed afternoon, I was jolted by a waft of obnoxious odor that was slowly packing the car. I demanded to know which of my teen boys jammed in the back seat was the offending party, obviously having forgotten their deodorant on this suffocating day. There was a trill of harmed denials all around. As I jabbed my accusing finger toward the backseat, I stopped midsentence and sniffed. The smell was unmistakably coming from my own hands. I had completely forgotten about having earlier chopped three cups of onions for a mega crowd of spaghetti sauce. A strong, stale onion odor, uncomfortably suggestive of b. o., was still embedded in my skin despite recur washings. I have had these types of embarrassing experiences too many times to count over the years of my domestic life. Not being the humanitarian of woman who knows a manicurist on a first name basis, I have marched into business conferences, PTA meetings and charity galas deliberation too slow that I was sporting hands that would be well advised to have a brace of pockets to wheel into. These are times when a narrative of that day ' s vermeil pitting or berry picking by way of explanation would be entirely hopeless and only draw more attention to my sorry looking hands. For me, there is an enviable number of domestic divas who treat themselves right, knowing how to avoid those nuisance stains and longish odors. In their cabinets, right next to their parchment paper and pastry bags, they keep a box of nitrile or food service gloves. A quick snap - on of these accessories saves them all kinds of heartache. This gracious of self discipline is something I long to adopt but my gung - ho temperament of " act now, suppose sequential " often leaves me with little choice other than to deal with damage control after the reality. Getting rid of food stains or odors on my tough working hands has led me to a few folk remedies, some with better results than others. When dealing with the odor - permeating juice of garlic or onion, a sugar or zest scrub diligently pragmatic to the hands is somewhat effective. By mixing in a drop or two of water or lotion to a stack of sugar or spice crystals, you can make a adhesive with which to hitch your skin, exfoliating at aboriginal one layer of food oils from your hands. Lemon juice or a mouthwash solution can be a fairly flourishing hand - soaking collar. Smelly hands can be prominent by rubbing an orange peel over them. There is also the messy proposition some swear by of limb to eliminate cooking odor by coating hands with toothpaste or peanut butter. There is also an bizarre theory and practice of rubbing garlicky or onion - smelling hands against stainless steel while water flows over them. Sulfur molecules, which are the offending party prompt in onions, supposedly are neutralized by some reaction with the steel. The science behind this may be just a little shaky, but whatever it takes... After considering all these options, some of them entirely skin - stinging and others just a pain in the kiss, I am revisiting the disposable glove idea. A box gloves doesn ' t nick the budget or pantry space too seriously and it is never too unpunctual to re - invent oneself.