While cleaning out the refrigerator in my frenzied attempt at spring organizing (which truly has not extended past aforementioned fridge), I decided we needed a new box of baking soda to freshen things up a bit. So my husband went up into our baking supplies, and pulled out an unopened box of Arm & Hammer. Upon closer inspection, we noted that it had expired in 1993. 1993! EXPIRED! Which means it had to have been purchased, what, one or two years earlier than that? Where the heck did it come from?
Let’s see, I turned 25 in 1993, and was living in Milwaukee while finishing up my Master’s Degree at Marquette. I had a very cool internship for the Milwaukee Brewers, and I lived in a teeny tiny studio apartment with a range that was the equivalent of an Easy Bake Oven. I didn’t bake there, ever. So the ancient baking soda is not likely to be mine.
In 1993, my husband was 23 years old and living at home with his parents. The next year he bought his house and moved out. He loves to bake, so I blame him. His mom probably gave it to him as a house warming present. But wait, at that point it was already A YEAR PAST EXPIRATION!
In 2005, after several years of marriage and many children later, we moved from DH’s original bachelor pad into our current home. I remember a couple of months of easing up on the shopping, eating from the pantry so there wouldn’t be as much to move. But somehow, we managed to move into our new home with a box of baking soda that was then 12 YEARS EXPIRED!
I almost felt sad ripping the box open and putting our nearly 20 year old friend to work, and thus hastening the end of its unnaturally long life (I won’t be brushing my teeth or baking with it, but I figure it’s fine as an air freshener for the next month). As I look around me, I don’t see too many other objects in my home that have been with me for nearly as long. Thanks for waiting so patiently to be called to duty, little Arm & Hammer! I think my next move had better be to see how old my spices are.0