I wouldn’t say I’m a firm believer in the 10 second rule, but I definitely use it as a guide.
I have to give it my parents for allowing me to eat things that momentary touched the floor. I think those few extra germs here and there really had a hand in building the steadfast immune system I have today.
But when I see a piece of food fall to the ground or any other questionable surface, a pretty heavy vetting process flashes through my mind as I reach down to pick it up.
1) Did the food fall on my floor?
For some reason my floor seems cleaner than all other floors. (It’s not) But because it’s my floor, I seem to trust it more.
2) Is the food wet?
This one can be tricky. Some foods like grapes, for instance can be rinsed off.
Well, there’s just no salvaging those.
3) How badly do you want it?
If a piece of pizza falls on the floor, crust down…there’s a 50 percent chance I’ll still eat it – depending on the time of day and how hungry I am.
One time my whole theory on the 10 second rule was almost ruined by a single person at the airport.
The lady next to me was eating curly fries. One of them spiraled to the ground. She picked it up, blew on it, and put it in her mouth.
I love curly fries as much as the next person, but this was just savage.
So every so often when I bend down to grab a fallen blue tortilla chip, for instance…I picture that curly fry and sometimes it just doesn’t seem worth it.