Mike discovered at breakfast today that the ketchup he brought from his old apartment into ours expired my sophomore year of college. That means it went through 6 moves, 5 houses, and was originally purchased when he was living at the fraternity house. It might be the most disgusting thing I've associated with my husband. Ever.
You have to click on the photo to appreciate this expiration date. That would be October, 2003.
Waste Not. Want Not.
ReplyDeleteSo I wasn't going to tell you...but the next day I discovered one of my jellies expired in 2007. Not nearly as disgusting...but how DID these get by us?!
ReplyDeleteBirds of a feather...
ReplyDelete...die of food poisoning.
ReplyDeletenot from ketchup... jelly is just gross though.
ReplyDeleteMore gross than 6 year old ketchup?!
ReplyDeleteI think not!
ew.
ReplyDelete... but, hey... it happens.