Today in my teenage angst, I concluded that expiry dates are simply an estimation.
I am on my second jug of 1% milk that has lasted to at least a week over its expiry date.
My sister refuses to drink it on the grounds that she's leery about it's overdue nature.
I think Dairyland's expiry machines are off by a bit. . .
This also brings to mind how my roommate of old hated moldy things and would throw up a little in her mouth when she had to touch them. I just don't see how you can avoid it forever. And don't even get me started on her specialty cheeses. A little contradictory, don't you think . . .