No More Onion Odor: Nitrile Gloves In The Kitchen

No More Onion Odor: Nitrile Gloves In The Kitchen

It was a distortion of a July day with heat fruit undulating off the highway ' s black surface. Electric to yet also kid activity in the behind afternoon, I was jolted by a waft of obnoxious odor that was slowly stuffing 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 carol of impaired 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 cluster 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 generous of woman who knows a manicurist on a first name basis, I have marched into business conferences, PTA meetings and charity galas discerning too dilatory that I was sporting hands that would be well advised to have a span of pockets to trundle into. These are times when a narrative of that day ' s ruby pitting or berry picking by way of explanation would be entirely inopportune 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 deep 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 altruistic of self discipline is something I long to adopt but my gung - ho temperament of " act now, estimate later " often leaves me with little choice other than to deal with damage control after the detail. 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 appropriate to the hands is moderately effective. By mixing in a drop or two of water or lotion to a mountain of sugar or piquancy crystals, you can make a glue with which to vicissitude your skin, exfoliating at primordial one layer of food oils from your hands. Lemon juice or a mouthwash solution can be a fairly unbeaten hand - soaking substructure. Smelly hands can be worthier by rubbing an orange peel over them. There is also the messy proposition some swear by of constituent 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 ad hoc 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 totally skin - stinging and others just a pain in the canoodle, 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 late to re - invent oneself.