Why I Am A Picky Eater
While waiting to pay for my Starbucks decaf mocha today, I picked up a Cranberry Bliss Bar from the impulse station near the register. The expiration date said July, 2017. I set the product down and muttered to myself, "I always like to eat things with a seven-month shelf life". Other people who come into coffee shops see glass cases full of tempting goodies to eat. They will stop, oooooh and ah. Not me. I see production-line-preservative-filled crap that is stored in a freezer before it gets into that case. If I am going to eat a sugar goodie, it must be fresh. And I can tell. My food snobbery now includes bread. Forget the loaves on the bread aisle and gimme the ones near the bakery. I can even taste how many days old a birthday cake is. My family will eat off one for days. Not me. Two days max. Fresh. It must be fresh. Because of my schedule, I need to pack a lunch several days each week. I've gone down the freezer aisle multiple times hoping against hope that...