expiration dates.

I feel like everyone is OCD about something. Some people, it’s symmetry of the picture frames on the shelves. For others, it’s the dishes. And then there are those where it's the color coordination of their closet.

For me, it’s expiration dates.

But honestly, in my defense, out of all the things you can be OCD about—this is one of the best. You see, expired foods can cause serious harm if you don’t pay attention. Just grabbed the ranch out of the fridge and poured it on your salad? Oh, I’m sorry that expired in 2008 and you will now spend the rest of the in the fetal position. Unsure about that milk? Well you can either go by the expiration date or projectile vomit when its sour nastiness touches your tongue.

You see, it’s just not a risk I’m willing to take. There are so many risks you face every day such as driving to and from work, walking under ladders, opening mail with a knife—why would you want to add another to that list??

And besides, it keeps your fridge clean because things don’t pile up. It’s a win win!

This OCD is something that may slightly bug my husband when I throw away his 3-day-old burrito, and my mother-in-law when I go through her fridge, but I’m possibly saving them from a night of vomiting in the emergency room. And that's reason enough. I guess you could say I’m an expiration date hero!

So, if you are needing help parting with your expired foods, give me a call and I’ll save your pantry and your health!