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I ate expired meat just now.

I don't mean, "Oh... well, it expired yesterday, so it should be okay" expired meat. Oh no!! I'm talking, "Wait a minute! What's today's date? This expired on the 5th" expired meat. WELL past the expiration date.

Yeah, it is pretty fucking gross to eat expired meat, and I honestly don't think that I've done it before.

Here's my logic:

"Ah shit! This is expired!?! But, my pasta won't be good without canadian bacon... I need canadian bacon! Hmm... well, it has been refrigerated. It doesn't look bad; I mean, if it were going bad it would look bad, right? And, plus! During the war people ate expired meat all the time, and they were fine. In fact, people who live in Guernsey, who survived the war, eat expired meat regularly to this day.* They eat anything, and they don't even get sick from it. I'm cooking this canadian bacon!"

So, I ate expired meat. Now, here's the problem: Honestly, what does a war survivor's eating habits in the Channel Islands have to do with me eating expired meat in my fridge? Not a damn thang! Nothing. But, I ate it.

I'm still on the mend from this virus, so my immune system is already taxed. So, if ever I were going to eat expired meat, and admittedly there isn't really a "good" time to do it, while I'm fighting off the flu certainly is a bad time to give it a try.

It was tasty with my pasta though. We'll see how I feel in the morning.

CB that expired last week probably won't kill me, but it feels very dramatic to think of it like that. Ooooh! I just caught a stomach cramp!

* Citation needed