Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Can't stop the inevitable

Growing up, I harassed my mom endlessly about having expired food and medicine in her pantry and medicine cabinet. Of course, I didn’t offer to help clean out either the pantry or the medicine cabinet, something adult Christy would suggest to teenager Christy, by the way. Now that I’m in charge of my own household, I’m more than willing to cut my mom some slack. Because it seems every time I turn around I see something’s expired, and not by just a few days.

Recently, when I was cleaning out my pantry, I ran across a few expired items. Not horribly old; just a few months out of date. Not too bad, I thought, considering cleaning the pantry only occurs once or twice a decade. But on Monday afternoon, when I pulled out a bag of stuffing to make a casserole, the expiration date was more than a few weeks past. It was 18 months past, which means I must have bought it at least two years ago.

Rebecca, who was working in the kitchen at the time, thought it was pretty funny. “You make fun of Nanny for having old stuff, but you do the same thing!”

Ha ha ha.

Slowly but surely I am turning into my mother. I just want to live old enough to see my kids turn into me.