Let me tell you a woeful tale of pizza and expiration dates.
My pizza expired!
We’ve had problems with our local grocery store before (I’ve decided not to say the name of it–it’s a big company–but if this happens again, I just might), but this is getting ridiculous.
I wanted frozen pizza tonight. That sounded delicious. So my mom had me warm up the oven–a big deal, since it’s pretty hot here this week. But when she took out the pizzas to cook them, she discovered that the frozen pizzas she bought last week were expired. And I’m not talking a few days ago. One expired June 10th. The other? May 13th. That almost three months ago!
And I’ve seen a lot of people who say that, you know, it’s fine if it’s past the expiration date! Well, that’s all well and good, but the pizza was pink. Pink! All of it. That’s not what a pizza’s supposed to look like. It looked like rotting meat.
Chew me out, say it’s a first world problem, but the fact remains that grocery stores are supposed to have fresh food out. Whatever happened to quality control?
This has happened to my mom before. She wanted to buy pepperoni for my brother, but when she checked the date at the store, it was well past its expiration date. So, of course, she told one of the employees and watched them take it out. She came back a week later, and the expired food was back.
No. Just no.
So, to that big, giant, powerful, wealthy corporation who’s still putting out rotten produce and expired foods . . . quit it!
Also, now our neighbors are dropping food into our yard. Great . . .
Oh, America. Land of the free and home of the sloppy.