: Few notice them until it’s too late. I don’t realize the milk is past its prime until I shovel the first spoonful of cereal into my mouth and the fetid sourness coats my tongue in a chunky meringue. merengue
I’m helpless in the face of spoiled food because I had so little experience with it growing up. With six brothers and sisters, the idea of any food lasting long enough to make it to an expiration date was ludicrous. We were about as picky as a pack of wolves. We were lucky if the milk lasted a day; sometimes I resorted to powdered milk on my cereal because I’d woken up later than my siblings and they’d already emptied the carton.