My attempt at a daily photograph showing something about me, my fellow inmates, and our natural habitat. May or may not include photos of people; I am still pondering opening that door.
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Shelf Life
From the depths of the basement storeroom came this and 23 of its friends, peach jam made in, yes, July of 2000. Sixteen years ago or 15 years past its expiration date. No peach color. No peach taste either. Younger son actually tasted it. He said it tasted sweet, which is not how it smelled. It did not reek, but if you put your nose close and inhaled, there was an unpleasant odor. No, I will not let this happen with the several dozen jars I've made of strawberry jam.
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