I’m not sure if all the organic food my family buys seems to go bad faster than non-organic because it actually does or because of the demonic laughter I can hear taunting me from the empty void in my bank account.
Whatever the case may be, my wife is a little bit very extremely cautious about food going bad. She’s an expiration-date Nazi, sniffs everything and orders her steak extra well-ruined, just in case.
I, however, am the kind of person who tests for a possible case of milk-gurt by looking for chunks or just chug testing it.
It might fairly far from the best idea for her to be doublechecking food freshness with the family’s equivalent of a hobo’s goat.
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