November 14, 2013 Leave a comment
My family has a long-standing belief that food has the super-ability to last way beyond its expiration date. The numbers, dashes, and dates printed on the sides or caps of containers and boxes do not deter our forks, knives, and fingers from diving and scooping into ice cream or yogurt containers a few weeks past their prime. Thanksgiving and Christmas leftovers last for at least two weeks, birthday cake until it’s devoured. Driven either by Puritanical thrift, “temporary” blindness, or plain old laziness, my family’s collection of expired food is finely exhibited in our see-through fridge, a repository of cold-cuts tinted with mold.
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