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My father ate 8 years expired almond butter. This is after he fished it out of the rubbish bin, where I had dropped it with a horrified shriek shortly after discovering it in his refrigerator. This is a new refrigerator, meaning he had moved the jar from the old fridge into the new one and not thrown it out then.
He is still alive.
It's good to be home.
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You know, things like this make me nervous about previous generations. It seems that my mom likes to take expiration dates, and times that by two. She likes to think she gets some sort of benefit by keeping food longer.
I guess we all even our score with the world in different ways.
Posted by Andre | March 8, 2009 12:32 PM
Posted on March 8, 2009 12:32