I got home from work two nights ago to the appetizing smell of something delicious cooking downstairs.
Tori popped up a few minutes later to borrow our Parmesan cheese.
"Sure," I said, handing her my Costco sized square plastic bottle of fine cheese.
Later on, Brenda returned the cheese.
"Thank you for sharing your "post-best-before-date" Parmesan cheese with us," she said.
"Oh, no, I didn't realize," I said, and checked, relieved to find that it was only one month past the date; a few more months to go yet! :)
Kevin had asked, "It'll be all right, won't it?"
And Brenda, who grew up with me feeding her, confidently assured him that it would be. :)
He has survived initiation.