I hate the inner cellophane wrapper-it always bunches up and gets in the way. I take it out--once I FINALLY get it open.
I remember reading a story about a young woman who wanted to do the big family Easter dinner. She planned to cook a ham, and asked her mother for instructions. Mom said to cut the end of the ham off, place it in the roaster, cover it , and cook for so many minutes per pound. When the dinner time came, she arranged it on a platter, garnished it, and served it to the family. It was a hit, and she received many compliments. After the meal, she, her mother, and her grandmother were cleaning up the kitchen. The young woman thanked her mom for the help. She also had a question: "Why do you cut the end off the ham?" Her mom said, "I don't know; my mom always did." She asked her grandmother why, and her grandmother said, "Because I didn't have a roaster big enough--I cut it off so it would fit in my pan."
Sometimes we do things just because we always have.
