My own personal expiration date. and those of foods

I was watching "Hot in Cleveland" the other night, and one of the female characters commented "Moving to Cleveland from LA has extended our shelf life by 20 years." 

Since I live in LA and my own personal expiration date. set by me,  is nearing, could a move to the Midwest be far behind? I hate to give up the sunshine and moderate temperatures of Southern California. And of course, the adventures on the 405 freeway. And the treasure hunt-like excitement of searching for free parking. Anywhere within the city limits.

However, it's food for thought.

And speaking of food, contemplating my own expiration date led me to think about what is in my refrigerator that is of dubious origin. Generally if I don't remember when I got it, out it goes. At my mother's house when I visit, my rule of thumb is "If I didn't see it being cooked, Don't eat it" since we all believe my mother still has, somewhere in the dark corner of the crisper drawer, a ham end dating from the mid 70's. But I digress.

WEB MD, my favorite site for paranoid and illogical worries about my own health, today had an article about expiration dates on foods and what they can mean. So read it carefully, I'm begging you. And don't forget to use your nose and eyes.

www.webmd.com/food-recipes/guide/do-food-expiration-dates-matter

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