That lil pop is satisfying as hell. Especially when you feel like it’s defeated you and you been banging it on the edge of the counter for what seems like hours (probably like a few mins but frustration makes you feel like you’re at war with that mf).
run a strong spoon like a lever between where the lid meets the jar, all the way around until you hear a pop—that’s the air tight seal breaking—now its is easier to twist open
these two sentences hit me harder than I ever expected
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing.
