As I
type, in my dark basement lair, I am feeling queasy. I don't feel
queasy very often. I tend to shun people, and wash my hands as soon as I
get home from my daily 44 oz Diet Coke and scratchers run. With Farmer H
not here at the moment to blame for my queasiness, I must find another
culprit.
Today I rode to two casinos with my sister the
ex-mayor's wife and the ex-mayor. Sis generously allowed me to ride
shotgun, so as to better maneuver my knees in and out of her Expedition.
We had a grand old time, though not quite profitable, except for Sis.
On
the drive home, Sis had a phone call from her kindergarten
granddaughter. We were almost to our exit, with the Ex-Mayor talking about their
previous engagement plans for dinner.
"Do you have something for tonight? Do you want to go to dinner?"
"Well,
let me ask your advice. I have a deli meal from The Devil's Playground.
It's chicken enchiladas. When I bought it on Tuesday, it was on sale.
The USE BY date was the next day. The 17th. Today is the 20th. Do you
think it would still be okay to eat?"
"Oh, I'm sure it's still good!"
It tasted fine going down. I hope I don't find out how it tastes coming up.
4 comments:
Uh-Oh. Three days past use by is usually not a good idea, especially with chicken. Three days past 'best before' is not so bad, but even then I would throw it away if it was chicken.
I hope you are fine and not upchucking in between blog readings.
River,
I started feeling better around 2:00 a.m. Nothing came back up. I'm pretty sure that chicken was pre-cooked. It smelled fine, and tasted good. The Ex-Mayor is probably not the best person to ask for food advice.
And hopefully it wasn't painful when it came OUT, if you get my meaning...
Sioux,
Thankfully, it stayed IN. No refunding here. It was just 3-days-past chicken enchiladas from The Devil's Playground. Not a black-and-white cookie from a bakery that sells a hair with a babka around it.
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