Originally Posted by Emmanuel Goldstein
Wow. That's kinda harsh.
I've heard maple syrup won't spoil; not sure of the commercially-produced wannabes tho'. In any case, he probably fed old syrup to you when you were a kid, and you're still around
Wonder how old that jelly was?

I've got some Mrs Butterworths here that's around 7 years old that I use when I accidently run out of the good stuff. Hasn't killed me yet.
The Kiddo's grandparents were all Depression babies, or were raised by said babies. I'm sure he ate some questionable things growing up, as I'm pretty sure I did too. The only thing I ever did have an issue with was medicine, so when we would go visit, we had our own Tylenol, cold meds, etc...they all knew to call me if he needed something for the sniffles (since I was the big medical expert! LOL!), and I would tell them what of our little kit to give him.
In return for the questionable banana bread that he ate, they taught him about our family and history, and how to recycle way before being "green" was so cool. While they did things that made me shake my head in disbelief, I'm certain that there was a lot of head shaking behind my back too.
I guess it runs in generations too. One morning, after a particularly hard 24 hour shift, I had crawled into bed without eating breakfast. A few minutes later, the Kiddo (who was about 5 at the time) came in and woke me up with some peanut butter toast he had made so I wouldn't starve to death in my sleep. I was so touched my his caring (and slightly disturbed that my 5 year old was having to take care of me). As I started eating it, he watched sweetly and proudly said, "I even scraped the mold off the bread!"

Yeah, what else could I do? I finished it off and in my mind, won "Mommy of the Year".

Like grandson, like grandparents.