July 13, 2004
The expiration of the strudel that I ate today. July 13, 2004. You may ask, did I know the expiration date was so when I started eating it? Yes I did. Why, then did I start eating it? Well, I'm nuts.
I'm kidding. Although I am little disturbed at the amount of perservatives there must be in any sort of food item found in a gas station wrapped in cellophane, I thought perhaps the label was wrong. But, there was a few friends near it, other flavors of strudel, that had the same label, 2004, and then there was others that were not extinct yet, with July 2005 on them.
I watched the guy as he rung my purchase through, and I swear his face twitched when he sold me the strudel. I wanted to ask if the expiration date was really accurate on the strudel, but I would've bought it even it had been, so I didn't ask. Maybe sometime in the future, he'll take the rest of the dying strudel off the shelf and restock. Maybe I should call as a concerned friend to tell him that my friend just died from eating his extinct strudel. But, I won't. Why? Because I am not a raving fan.
So, I did eat the strudel. And kudos to the strudel's perservatives for having it relatively maintain its original blueberry taste. I ate the whole thing, although half way through, had a slight argument with my stomach as to whether this was an endeavor worth following through on... but I ate the whole thing. I still have the wrapper in my car. Yup.
Maybe the label was wrong, maybe they accidently typed 2004 because they're stuck in the past... or maybe it was right, and I should've waited until July 13, 2005 so it would've been a whole year since that strudel should've been taken off the shelf. Who knows... All I know is, I had a piercing pain in my side for about 5 minutes half an hour ago, several hours after consumption, and that's it. So, my year old strudel friend is probably now somewhere in my lower intestines, and we're fine. Unless it comes out funny, I think it'll be great. So... did I just eat it to cheat death? I'm not sure. It makes a great story though.
I'm kidding. Although I am little disturbed at the amount of perservatives there must be in any sort of food item found in a gas station wrapped in cellophane, I thought perhaps the label was wrong. But, there was a few friends near it, other flavors of strudel, that had the same label, 2004, and then there was others that were not extinct yet, with July 2005 on them.
I watched the guy as he rung my purchase through, and I swear his face twitched when he sold me the strudel. I wanted to ask if the expiration date was really accurate on the strudel, but I would've bought it even it had been, so I didn't ask. Maybe sometime in the future, he'll take the rest of the dying strudel off the shelf and restock. Maybe I should call as a concerned friend to tell him that my friend just died from eating his extinct strudel. But, I won't. Why? Because I am not a raving fan.
So, I did eat the strudel. And kudos to the strudel's perservatives for having it relatively maintain its original blueberry taste. I ate the whole thing, although half way through, had a slight argument with my stomach as to whether this was an endeavor worth following through on... but I ate the whole thing. I still have the wrapper in my car. Yup.
Maybe the label was wrong, maybe they accidently typed 2004 because they're stuck in the past... or maybe it was right, and I should've waited until July 13, 2005 so it would've been a whole year since that strudel should've been taken off the shelf. Who knows... All I know is, I had a piercing pain in my side for about 5 minutes half an hour ago, several hours after consumption, and that's it. So, my year old strudel friend is probably now somewhere in my lower intestines, and we're fine. Unless it comes out funny, I think it'll be great. So... did I just eat it to cheat death? I'm not sure. It makes a great story though.
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