Tuesday, August 10, 2004
eater beware
eater beware
ok. so i just returned from a 5 day trip on the connecticut shoreline to visit my parental units. its like this. I go there knowing that there will be very little food in the fridge. I go there knowing that the food in the fridge has an expiration date that has long since passed. so I notice that there is a block of cheese with a 9/2003 expiration date. recently, someone told me that cheese doesn't really expire without some sort of fanfare. like mold. but then i think no way. im not eating it. although there were a couple of days when i was hungry enough to consider it. well, wouldn't you know it, but my dad comes out to the room im reading in, with a tray of triscuits and cheese. yes, that same cheese. i thanked him and ate a triscuit. had a couple sips of beer and had another triscuit. at this point my dad has already scarfed down 3 pieces of cheese. no visible signs of distress. i dont SEE anything wrong with the cheese. im getting hungry. so i break a piece in half and sandwich it with 2 triscuits. not bad. i feel ok. i try another one. i still feel ok. WOW. that's all it took. a couple of triscuits and i worked on my expiration date paranoia. i didnt die from old cheese! the syrup on monday morning's pankcakes was something i couldnt work through. and i determined that lumpy syrup is not right. period. i dont like pancakes without maple syrup. that much i learned. Happy Birthday PHOEBE!!!! books read in CT: 4.
ok. so i just returned from a 5 day trip on the connecticut shoreline to visit my parental units. its like this. I go there knowing that there will be very little food in the fridge. I go there knowing that the food in the fridge has an expiration date that has long since passed. so I notice that there is a block of cheese with a 9/2003 expiration date. recently, someone told me that cheese doesn't really expire without some sort of fanfare. like mold. but then i think no way. im not eating it. although there were a couple of days when i was hungry enough to consider it. well, wouldn't you know it, but my dad comes out to the room im reading in, with a tray of triscuits and cheese. yes, that same cheese. i thanked him and ate a triscuit. had a couple sips of beer and had another triscuit. at this point my dad has already scarfed down 3 pieces of cheese. no visible signs of distress. i dont SEE anything wrong with the cheese. im getting hungry. so i break a piece in half and sandwich it with 2 triscuits. not bad. i feel ok. i try another one. i still feel ok. WOW. that's all it took. a couple of triscuits and i worked on my expiration date paranoia. i didnt die from old cheese! the syrup on monday morning's pankcakes was something i couldnt work through. and i determined that lumpy syrup is not right. period. i dont like pancakes without maple syrup. that much i learned. Happy Birthday PHOEBE!!!! books read in CT: 4.
