That's right, super strong, always capable, she'd-rather-hire-it-out-than-ask-for-help-Misstea cannot open a jar of pickled asparagus.
I've run hot water over the lid, banged it with a butter knife, done all the things we are supposed to do.
I'm one week away from taking it to the pub and letting the boys have a go at it. I'm that desperate. I really would like to enjoy a Caesar with pickled asparagus. Far superior to celery.