Anyways, mom decided that because my little brother Alex is having a birthday tomorrow, that I should make the cake. While I usually don't mind making cake, (it means I get to eat copious amounts of chocolate batter,) Alex has been especially annoying. He doesn't deserve the wonderful cake I can bake.
While debating making the cake in question, I thought about cleaning my room. Maybe organizing stuff that I'll be moving with me into the studio. Instead, I made myself some cereal and watched MTV. I may not be cut out for the whole planning things in advance that other people seem perfectly capable of doing.
I finally dredged my lazy ass off the couch and set to the cake baking. After literally twenty minutes of looking for the red box, and me thinking It's a red box, it should be noticeable! I found it in the pantry next to three other red boxes of similar sizes. Except they were rice.
Scowling, I also grabbed the vegetable oil then pulled out the carton of eggs.
To my utter disbelief, and horror, I read the expiration date on the eggs.
In nice, blue computer like script, it read:
SELL BY MAY 10 2011
EXP BY MAY 17 2011
As most people can imagine, I threw the eggs in the trash.
After pulling the new carton out, (EXP BY AUG 18 2011) I made another realization.
Those were the same eggs mom had not only made french toast with, but a huge bowl of scrambled eggs.
It was only after I did a thorough assessment of the previous week did I decide that I probably wasn't going to die of Toxic Eggy Death Syndrome.
So I might be making up the whole TEDS, but honestly, who keeps eggs in the fridge that expired mid May, until August? I really am starting to worry about the habits of our food keeping. Plus, I am not the best at cleaning. I can't keep my room tidy; how will I keep a fridge clean? I might leave something in there for months, and then BAM! They find me dead the next day.
It could happen.
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