Published on August 13th, 2015 | by Ann Rickard0
Popping The Cork
Being a dab hand at opening a bottle of champagne due to decades of experience, it has come as a nasty discovery that my once strong and supple hands are not as up to the job as they used to be.
It’s a nasty side-effect of ageing I wasn’t expecting. And a most inconvenient one.
“Best of all, I have found something called a zing winged corkscrew.”
Once untwisting the wire on a champagne bottle was a breeze, removing the foil and popping the cork a matter of simplicity. And done with great flourish I must say. If it proved difficult there was always the back-up of getting the cork out with the teeth.
Not so any more. The hands are bereft of strength, and the teeth are too expensively capped to risk a cork popping.
This feebleness of hand creeps up on you.
Without realising it, you start finding it hard to open a jar of pickled onions (most annoying if you are fond of pickled onions) and have need to call for help from someone in the house stronger than you.
Then the pulling back of a ring tip on a can of crushed tomatoes becomes difficult (very annoying if you use crushed tomatoes a lot) and it goes on and on from there until you find it so difficult to open a jar or can of anything you give up completely and automatically shout for assistance. Not easy if you are alone in the house.
But there is a lot of hope for the weak of hand and it waits at the click of the mouse.
I’ve been on to Google to find some fabulous gadgetry for the ageing hand and limp wrist.
There is a jar gripper that looks like it could do the job of an iron-man with just one simple twist.
There is something called an ‘enabler’ that looks pleasingly effective for jar opening, and something else called a ‘solo grip one-handed jar opener’ that I’m sure will help until I am well into my 90s (and hopefully still eating pickled onions.)
There is much to look forward to and that is just in the jar opening department, imagine when I get to the ‘tap and knob turner’ stage. Just let me loose.
Best of all, I have found something called a zing winged corkscrew.
Forget pickled onions and crushed tomatoes. We are in fine fettle forever as long as we can easily open a bottle of wine.