I wish I could convince my husband that the "expiration date" listed on the bottle is no longer relevant once the bottle is opened. We've had some lively discussions regarding this. (I win, I always win.
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One of the best things about moving was that the refrigerator had to be emptied, of course, before it was moved. That caused a *lot* of stuff to hit the trash bin. Thankfully.
I just wish he'd quit bringing home things from work. Every time they have a caterer in, which is often, he brings home the "leftovers." (OK, the time it was two pounds of cooked shrimp, it was cool.) Occasionally, it is HUGE bottles of salad dressing. He ate Ranch, which he doesn't like, for a very long time as punishment for that little escapade.