A conversation between me and the fella over dessert (if dessert can be classified as pears, but whatever, read on…)
Me: Ooh, I’ll get some vanilla yogurt to eat with these.
Chris: Uhh. That yogurt is past its expiration date; I wouldn’t eat it.
Me: Oh, it’s fine! Expiration dates aren’t real, the government just makes them put it on food. [Grabs yogurt, expiration date reads April 20, 2008. At least it didn’t say 2007.]
Chris: So, they just put them on there for fun? Like how they date-stamp each individual egg for no reason? [When Chris moved in, he was afraid to eat any eggs I offered to make him, because the only eggs I had were from December, when Calvin left them at my house on Christmas day. Chris moved into my apartment in February. Those eggs are still in our fridge. I maintain that they’re still fine to eat.]
Me: Eh, it’s just a suggestion! [Opens container of yogurt, which yes, is lumpy, but still tastes fine and looks fine after stirring.]
Chris: I dunno, you’re crazy! I mean, I’ll drive 150 miles an hour on a motorcycle, or jump out of an airplane, but I’m not brave enough to eat that!
After re-reading all this, I’ve realized the following: A) If I die from food poisoning tomorrow, then I guess the joke’s on me and B) I’d be very, very afraid to eat dinner at my house if I were you.
OMG. I’m SUPER sensitive to expiration dates. I will usually throw it away, even if it smells ok. Especially dairy products. You are very brave to eat expired food.