I would like to find the person who invented Saran wrap and scratch their fingernails on a chalkboard, for that is what trying to use Saran wrap is like for me. Not in the shivers-up-my-spine sense, but in the TOTALLY EXTREMELY ANNOYING sense. It’s a bitch to get a piece out of the box, since the crappy little serrated edge of the box that we are warned so direly to keep our fingers away from doesn’t really do shit. It never sticks to what you want, insisting only on folding over on itself and clinging like only cling wrap can (which, interestingly- and angeringly- it never does when you actually want it to stick to itself).
Wikipedia tells that “[a]s with many great discoveries, plastic wrap’s history is built on a lab error.” Get that? It was a mistake. Mistake, indeed- it should have stayed that way. For my culinary protection needs, I’ll take a roll of un-sticky, un-irritating, obedient tin foil any day.
Note that I made these cinnamon rolls for Jim’s and my pre-matinee brunch tomorrow. They are now (pre-baked) in the fridge, covered with tin foil, which came gloriously to the rescue after my Saran wrap failed to do the job and succeeded only in pissing me off. I’ll report on the results soon.
