Like Jess, I’ve also always been a compulsive expiration date checker. I would always eat/drink things up until their date. And then you couldn’t convince me to touch it with a 10 foot pole. It was like on the magical day stamped on the bottom of the carton, a “make food bad” fairy zapped the food and made it no longer edible.
Every late summer/early fall, I find myself checking expiration dates more and more often. Not to see if they have gone bad, but to see if they expire on my birthday. Don’t ask me why I care what goes bad on the most celebrated day on my calendar.
Today, I was debating making cupcakes. I walked over to the fridge to see if we had all the necessary ingredients. Butter, check. Brown sugar, check. Eggs, check. Milk, hmm. what’s this I see?
|Happy Birthday to Me|
I guess I’ll have to start looking for things that expire on my wedding date soon!