Monday, April 14, 2025

Things in tall slim bottles

When I want to fry something, and the heat required is higher than the smoke point of butter or olive oil, I prefer to use peanut oil. However, I’ve had trouble finding peanut oil in anything less than gallon jugs. Since I don’t have a deep fryer in the Rolling Steel Tent, a gallon is way too much. Even if I had room for it, a gallon would last for decades even if I had fried foods three times a day every day for the rest of my life. So I was delighted to find this 24-once bottle at Grocery Outlet:


As the internet explains, “Grocery Outlet specializes in opportunistic buying, acquiring surplus inventory, packaging changes, and product overruns from suppliers. This allows them to sell items at up to 60% off retail prices.”  That means you never know what they might have on the shelves. And it varies from store to store. So you need to exercise the Soviet Rule of Shopping: 

If you need something and they have it in stock, don’t hesitate, buy it. Because it probably won’t be there when you come back.

So I bought two.

I found myself needing some rubbing alcohol. I wouldn’t have trouble finding it in smaller bottles, but since it was a low priority item for me, I wanted to spend as little as possible for it. So I got it at Dollar Tree. A buck twenty-five? Good deal, even though it, too, is more than I would ever need.


As I was using the alcohol, the aroma zoomed me back to childhood when there seemed to be a constant need for the stuff (along with iodine and Mercurochrome). So maybe I should sniff rubbing alcohol when I want to feel young. With an owee.

2 comments:

  1. Wow. Mercurochrome. The stuff of nightmares. Also, back in the days when the glass thermometers had to be shaken down to start and always hit the porcelain sink. Then we played with the mercury after it broke. Then let it go down the drain. Yep, my household killed the planet.

    After my young, tender, barefoot slid into a bike's wheel while speeding along, and was grated like a carrot by the spokes, my oldest brother tried to play medic. He grabbed the (?10 year old?) bottle of Mercurochrome and applied some. I screamed in the echoing bathroom loud enough to make the dogs (outside) bark. After that, the bottle was never seen again except by the lifeforms in the septic tank.

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