Every late summer/early fall, I find myself checking expiration dates more and more often. Not to see if they have gone bad, but to see if they expire on my birthday. Don't ask me why I care what goes bad on the most celebrated day on my calendar.
Today, I was debating making cupcakes. I walked over to the fridge to see if we had all the necessary ingredients. Butter, check. Brown sugar, check. Eggs, check. Milk, hmm. what's this I see?
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