Expiration Dates . . .
I hope my husband doesn't see this blog. Today our Naked Juice goes from "enjoyable" to "drink at your own risk." He believes at the stroke of midnight all expiration dates go into effect. Actually, that isn't quite true. If he sees that it expires the next day, he'll ask me, "you think this is still okay?" He's a date checker. (I wonder if I can doctor that oj date into a 29? Think he would remember that this isn't a leap year?)
My daughter, who is married and living in the next town called me one morning asking me about eggs she had that had "expired." (gad, it sounds like they're dead, doesn't it?) "You think they're still good, Mom?" I think they were one or two days past the expiration.
What did we do before expiration dates? We smelled and tasted and if we didn't gag, it was good. How much food gets thrown out because of dates on packaging?
Look at our milk. It is only three days away from becoming highly suspect.
Are you a date checker? Or do you live dangerously and sniff and taste?
hm, what if WE had expiration dates? Humans, I mean, but I suppose we all do. It is one of those inevitable things. Like taxes. But what if we knew the exact date? Would you want to know? I'm not sure I would. Several years ago, when my mom was sick and given six months to live, she used that time to get everything in order, and she died in three months. She appreciated knowing, I think, because she was ready. And it wasn't an exact date, just a time frame. Sometimes I wonder, what if she hadn't been told? Would she have lasted longer?
wow, how did expiring orange juice take such a heavy turn? (the scary mind of a writer--one thing leads to another.)
Anyway, back to my question, are you a date checker? Do alarms go off in your house when food expires?