A friend of mine just walked into Cafe Bunni. She'll take some salad off my hands. We're on the way to get almond peanut butter and other food outside the neighborhood. Almond butter is $11 at the local rip off store. I told her I have almond butter I could give her. She told me that she's seen mine and it expired a long time ago like everything else in my cabinet. Guess it's not like twinkies, that last as long as mummified Pharaohs. Whenever she comes over and I make anything, she checks out the exp. date and insinuates I live in a hazardous material zone. Hey, besides FTD, cancer, heart disease and obesity I'm perfectly healthy and don't get sick more than once every couple of weeks. Last week I did make chicken. I made a big bag of thighs so I would have enough for a few days. Sort of forgot about it and found it sitting out a day later. Didn't even think about it. Had a piece and ate the rest over the next few days.
*Just had a friend read the previous paragraph. It made sense when I wrote it yesterday, but I just reread it 5+ times now and can't follow it. She says it makes sense and that's good enough for me.