Sour Puss

Call it "blogger karma." No sooner do I write about expiration date labels on food, than I get a mouthful of sour milk. I opened a brand new carton today and poured it liberally on my toasty honey "O"s in my favourite out-sized blue mug (perfect for chugging the sweet milk residue after the cereal is all gone--yumm-mee). I took a few mindless spoonfuls while chatting on the phone with my sis about, what else? --my blog. I barely registered that the "O"s tasted not quite so honeyed. I hang up the phone and one bite later it hit me. Ugh! The milk had gone off. I'd only just bought it two or three days before so, cheesed off, I checked the bloody date stamp on the box. October 30. What was this? A Halloween trick? My next thought: what would the girls at the office say? I told you so? Sure! If I had chucked the milk on the 31st, I would have been safe! But, I am holding my ground. That milk had to have been bad from the get go. I normally get another week or more past that "sell by" or "use by" date. So now I am off to the store for a treat--my money back or a new box of milk!