My girlfriend’s family cabin has a cold storage in the basement. We found some canned stew that had expired in 1982. A friend of mine actually ate it and he didn’t get sick!
Yeah, the expiry is beaurocracy in action, but okay beiroacracy, I’m fine with putting the dates. But canned goods are eternal if stored properly, and doing a quick inspection for what you mentioned is all you need when you’re scouring the wasteland for Vienna sausages in the far off time of the year 2025.
2097, obviously, cause 1817 there were no plastics* or refrigerators** or cameras cheap enough to take pictures of trivial shit*** and 1997 would be to obvious. Nah, its definitely not 1997
My mother once bypasses the refrigerator part and accidentally put leftovers in the cupboard over the oven. After a week or two, the smell had us thinking something crawled into the oven vent from outside and died. It took me noticing something bubbling up from between two casserole dishes to realize what happened.
Reminds me of some we had at a roadhouse many years ago, that we still talk about from time to time. No idea how long they were on display for (weeks I assume) but we had been driving all through the night and were keen af for a cooked brekkie.
They were like fish eyes surrounded by pencil erasers.
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