Never the Same
January 28th, 2010
My parents are in town and a couple days ago, my mother unearthed a box of cheesy peanut butter crackers from the depths of our pantry. You know — the little caloric bombs of bliss with the orange crackers and the freaky disc of rubbery peanut butter.
She noticed that the expiration date on the crackers had long since come and gone. As in, they probably should have been chucked about a year ago. (The question of how something with that many preservatives can even go bad is a discussion for another time).
To be honest, I had totally lost track of the fact that they were in there. When I was pregnant with Miss Mouse, they were the only thing that tasted good for about three days early in my first trimester.
And then, quite suddenly and without warning, they no longer tasted good. And I haven’t been able to eat one since. I fear they may never be the same for me. Which is probably good for my waistline, but it’s unfortunate because I remember loving them!