It baffles me why any sodding thing at all in a can has an expiry date in the first place. It's cooked and sealed, creating a vacuum. The food in there is in suspended animation, never getting any older and not decaying. The only way it's going to go bad is if the integrity of the can is breached, in which case the metal can will bloat and rust when the bugs have been in there for a while, raising their families and farting for fun.
And as for Baxter's haggis soup, I bought one once in one of those lovely cut price shops that sell weird ends of lines from factories, when they've overproduced to fill orders.
Cor blimey 'eck. I loved it. I went back the next day and cleared the shelves.
The oldest thing in my larders is an unopened bottle of red food colouring. I don't know how old it is, but the price sticker on it is for fourteen and a half pee. Wiki tells me that halfpennies ceased to be currency in 1984, so it's at least that old. I've moved a lot of times in the last thirty odd years, so God alone knows why I've not chucked it before now. It's not like I use red food colouring for anything. There's me, stating the bleeding obvious.
The oddest thing in my larder is probably a box of Trivial Pursuit. It's not mine, because I've never had one, but nevertheless, there it is; still in its cellophane, nestling in amongst the back up kitchen towels and dried goods. I have no idea who put it there or when, but I've only lived here for seven years and I don't think it was there when I moved in.
Mighty odd. The Trivial Pursuit fairy must have called.
they had a pie safe.
