This is me...and the entire contents of my kitchen cabinets and fridge in twelve trash bags. A chef, clearly I am not.
None of the food was salvageable. All of it was grossly past its expiration date. Emphasis on gross.
For example. Above we have a can of baking soda that expired in July...1995. That is twelve years ago. That means seven years ago when I packed it up to bring with me to this house from the old place, it was ALREADY FIVE YEARS past its expiration.
Below I am with a bottle of balsamic vinegar. Notice that it is not exactly pouring out of the bottle into my mouth. Apparently vinegar can turn to stone if aged properly. I think there is a Aesop's Fable about that...not sure.
Sean, bless his heart, came over tonite to help me clean out the kitchen as I prepare to move 10 blocks east and south. I am sure that picking through my expired food could not be the best offer of entertainment he had tonight. but he was here. and he brought dinner. Chili Cheese Dogs. Yum.
Speaking of cheese...we stumbled across a log of Velveeta that was more than 2 years old. Come on now - Velveeta goes bad? Huh? Isn't it all just chemicals?
Here is Sean claiming victory over the contents of my kitchen.
And here is where the story takes a scary turn. There was NO WAY that this twelve bags of spoiled, past dated, out of fashion foodstuffs was gonna fit in my one trash bin for pick up tomorrow. While Sean was on lookout, I surreptitiously borrowed space in the bins of several neighbors for my goodies.
This is me skulking around with bags of bad food in the alley behind my house. Shhhhh...