I bought several gallons of milk in early-mid December from BJ's wholesale because out family goes through milk quickly. Just before Christmas, Maggie expressed her reservations to me about feeding the girls the last of the gallons of milk, which was just at its expiration date. December 20, 2003.
Figuring the milk was still good, I brought it to work. I don't use much milk here, but I figured I wasn't going to throw it out. Every couple of days I used a bit of it. Then, I took number of days off around the holidays and it sat unused. Time has crept on.
Today, after a long weekend, I returned to work and found it still in the fridge. A quart or so is still in there. I was about to pour it out when I noticed the date today. January 20. One month past the expiration date of the milk.
For old time's sake, I took a swig from last year's milk.
It tasted OK enough that I returned it to the fridge. Ryan made an "iffy" sound after sniffing it. Not sure what that means. I'll be using it in my coffee tomorrow.
ADDENDUM: I was feeding my daughter at breakfast the other day, and when I opened the fridg, she asked me if I wanted some egg nog. Before I could answer, she told me it had gone bad. "Why did you asked me if I wanted some when you know it's gone bad?" I asked. "And how do you know it's gone bad... and why is it still in the fridge if it's gone bad?"
She said to me "Mommy says you like bad milk, so she left it in there for you."
I opened the carton and took a whiff. There was about a pint or so left. The horrible smell of the byproducts of lactobacillus eating the egg nod wafted up into my nose. I quickly poured it down the sink, though my daughter protested that I was wasting perfectly good bad dairy products. I had to explain to her: even Daddy has his limits.