My mother and MIL, both, will keep food for the longest time, and swear it's good. Yesterday my mother tried to make some bean dip with a partially used jar of salsa - that she had opened for the Super Bowl! This morning, I was going to make cinammon rolls, and when I went to unwrap the cinammon roll container, it exploded, literally. We had problems with our refrigerator the past week, and just got it repaired, so I'm a bit hinky about things in it anyway. The cinammon rolls were just barely out of date - August 2013. Mom insisted they were fine, I insisted they were not, I let my husband be the deciding vote, and he said they were probably ok (sigh). I made them, but didn't eat any. Somebody's got to call the ambulance.
This kind of thing goes on all the time. Anybody else have this problem with Mom's not wanting to throw away food? Is it a generational thing because of the depression? I don't see that getting sick and going to the hospital would be a great savings over throwing away the food, though. It's a heck of a risk.