So we were simply standing around in the kitchen, enjoying a pleasant conversation with my parents last Saturday night, when an explosion sounded from the south end of the room. Upon further investigation, I noticed a distinctive odor coming from the top shelf of the pantry - pineapple. There in front of me was a sealed can of pineapple slices with drops of moisture on the rim. "Where did this juicy/watery substance come from?" I wondered. Pulling out the can, I could find no evidence of a leak, and there wasn't anything on top of the can, so, washing it off, I was about to place it back on the shelf when I realized the can behind it no longer had a lid! And there were white, chunky pieces floating around in the juice. Did you know that after 3 years, cans of sliced pineapple will go bad?
Checking the date, we realized we'd bought the cans in '04. Why we moved them from Corsicana last summer I don't know. I'm just so thankful I didn't serve that to anyone we know and love!
I'm sure there's a spiritual application here somewhere, but let's just leave the moral of this story at check expiration dates from time to time.
By the way, I checked every other can in the pantry. No more explosions are expected in the near future. So if you come over to eat, you don't have to be afraid.
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