Two weeks ago, I cleaned out the cabinets where mother puts snacks. She buys stuff before holidays, and anything not eaten while we are there, is left to age. I threw out marshmellow bunnies from last year, that would have shattered with a hammer blow. The unopened chips from Christmas were at the experation date. I took them home and used them quickly. The opened crackers and chips from Thanksgiving made it to the trash. Before Thanksgiving I made sure Pilsberry rolls from the previous Easter were thrown out. The manufactures need to put years on the experation dates. Mother could easly use food that is over a year old at family gatherings. I check out food at the house a couple of times a year, just so nothing over a year is used for the next family gathering.
Oh, man! The older the bunny/peep, the better! Such a waste of good sugar… sob
The rolls, on the other hand, were a very good thing to throw out. Nothin’ may say lovin’ like somethin’ from the oven, but then again nothin’ says food poisonin’ like somethin’ from last year’s oven…
Anybody else wish to post the oldest food you’ve found? Feel free to discribe it in detail.
I had a can in the refrigerator that looked like it had burn’t oil in it. I found that it was not, and proceded outside. I slowly tilted the can on its side. Out poured a liquid that stained the snow purplish black. The last out of the can was a bunch of black chunks. The food had at one time been pineapple.
I don’t know the carbon-date on these, but when I was 16, my dad ordered me to clean out my grandma’s fridge. Among other things, I found:
A bottle of ketchup that had turned brown (the ketchup, not the bottle.
Cupcakes with frosting that was rock-hard. The cupcakes themselves had shriveled away from the papers, and the frosting caps came off all of a piece.
Tomato gravy which had separated itself into distinct layers of oil, water, pulp, and solid particles.
And the marshmallows never grow fuzzy,, despite the mad scientists out there.
If you leave a prepackaged bag of salad in the crisper for long enough its contents turn into grenish black liquid.
The oldest piece of food I’ve ever found was a slice of my nana’s wedding cake. It was in a tin and estimated to be around 50 or so years old. I opened the tin, saw a green mess and gagged, ran to the toilet and threw up from the smell. I don’t recommend sniffing really, really old wedding cake.
For our first Thanksgiving together in our condo, Angie and I had her brother and nephew over for dinner. Two weeks later, I noticed a bad smell in our freezer. Another week passed before I was able to track down that smell to a container of leftover mashed potatos.