The other day, I was cleaning out the back of our staples cabinet, when I came across a jar of Nutella. "Oh yeah," says me to myself, "I remember buying that stuff back when soc.bi was interesting, and I wanted to be part of that crowd." I opened the jar and was immediately rewarded with the acrid aroma of wet cardboard. The stuff had gone completely rancid.
This is somewhat surprising as rancidity in oils takes a long time, in the presence of such darkness as the back of a food cabinet and surrounded by cocoa. I searched for the date. "Use by July, 2005."
It was barely used. I tossed it.
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Date: 2010-11-20 06:10 am (UTC)(Funny, I never thought of the stuff as having a gender bias. Sausages, however, are as gay as eight guys blowing nine guys.)
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