I remove eggs opposite each other (front right, rear left and so on) so that it remains level for weight and balance. My partner doesn’t subscribe to my logic and just sprays a machine gun of bullets around the carton, grabbing whatever like she’s blindfolded. It’s not a hill I wanna die on, so I don’t say anything.
That is a hill I died on, and luckily everyone else in the household got in line so I didn’t actually die. I do most of the baking, we’re keeping that box balanced for me otherwise no more cookies damnit.
I remove eggs opposite each other (front right, rear left and so on) so that it remains level for weight and balance. My partner doesn’t subscribe to my logic and just sprays a machine gun of bullets around the carton, grabbing whatever like she’s blindfolded. It’s not a hill I wanna die on, so I don’t say anything.
That is a hill I died on, and luckily everyone else in the household got in line so I didn’t actually die. I do most of the baking, we’re keeping that box balanced for me otherwise no more cookies damnit.