Some quick background info. I have been living at my parents' for around 10 months, while trying to find a job in my gap year. While looking for work, I have mostly been home, where I take care of most of the chores. One of them is cooking, which this story is about. Extra fact, because of relevance later, is that I have never liked coconut: both coconut flakes and coconut milk, but I am slowly warming up to coconut milk.
(English is not my first language, and i am generally bad at grammar, so sorry for that in advance)
On to the story:
So today was i the one of dinner duty, while my parents were at work. I knew I wanted to make something with some pork chops that were in the freezer. So I found a recipe online. I normally find recipes online as a guide in terms of ingredients, and then I take over from there. And I found this one in the style of curry.
And this is where the TIFU really begins to take shape. In this curry recipe, one of the key elements is coconut milk. It gives taste and texture and so on. At this point, I remembered that I had seen a can of coconut milk in the basement, where we store most of our canned and jarred goods. After going down to check if there really was coconut milk, which there was, I took it and the pork chop up, to then use it for dinner later. After my dad got home with the rest of the ingredients we didn't have at home, I got to work.
Nothing of note happened up until I needed to add the coconut milk. As I mentioned before, I have mostly never liked the taste of coconut milk, so when I tasted it, it didn't taste that good to my taste buds. But at this point I did not think of anything amiss, and just added some different seasoning and went on.
At this point my mom had also gotten home, and the dinner itself was done. While my mom took off her shoes and other things, my dad and I started eating. At this point neither my dad nor I tasted anything odd about the curry.
After we began eating, did my mom join soon after and got herself a portion of the curry. She instantly thought something was off, which she told us out loud. Mind you, she didn't say it in a bad way, but more in a confusing way. After we talked back and forth about the ingredients, what I added etc. Did I mention I found the can of coconut milk in the basement. My mom then pointed out that it has probably been down there for quite some time. So after some discussion, I decided to stand up and get the empty coconut milk can, because it hadn't been thrown out yet, to check.
Now, imagine me with a surprised Pikachu face. Because, goddamn. This f*cking can of coconut milk had the expiration date of 2018.
Where I was standing, I gave my dad (i could see my dad in the eyes, but not my mom) the most horrifying look ever, with a "oh shit" laugh.
I slowly said, while sitting down: "The coconut milk expired in 2018...' After that revelation, we tried to continue eating, but we barely had a second bite before we decided that, yeah, this was inedible.
Thinking back, the curry tasted quite metallic and kind of numbed my tongue...
So yeah, my mom quickly ordered some pizza, where I then volunteered as tribute to get this pizza.
So here I am, writing this post, while waiting for the pizzas to be finished. I was told to use the family card to pay, but at this point I do feel a bit guilty. So I am gonna be the good daughter and pay for it myself.
So remember, oh Reddit, ALWAYS CHECK THE EXPIRATION DATE!
TL;DR: I didnt check the expiration date on a 8 year can of coconut milk, and ruined dinner.