In the He Says/She Says series, we discuss financial topics where we agree to disagree. Now say “He Says/She Says” three times fast. Well done.
While Johnny and I are both all for stretching every dollar, at times we draw the money-saving line at different places. The longer we’ve been married, the more differences we’ve discovered. And the more compromises we’ve had to make.
It wasn’t long into our first year of marriage that one of our first differences rose up. It was a typical Saturday morning of newlywed bliss, and Johnny was pouring us both a bowl of cereal. He was most likely slowly spinning each bowl with one hand while simultaneously pouring the milk with his other hand because that’s how Johnny does it. I asked his reason once, and he said “So every piece is coated with milk,” which is pretty telling of my man’s detail-oriented personality. Despite his fabulous milk-pouring skills, Johnny failed to put the milk away after using it, so I popped it back into the fridge myself. And in those brief two seconds, my eyes wandered down to the milk expiration date. Much to my horror, the milk had expired the day before.
“Johnny!” I exclaimed, “The milk is expired! We can’t eat it.”
Johnny looked unphased and then replied, “I know. It’s still good. I smelled it.”
I was mortified by his nonchalant response and began to pour the jug of milk into the sink. This got Johnny’s attention.
“What are you doing?! The milk’s fine! That’s such a waste!”
Was Johnny really trying to save a few cents by keeping around supposedly “still good” expired milk? I couldn’t begin to understand why he would care to do such a thing. I put the milk back in the fridge and let him have his way. But you better believe I didn’t eat that cereal he poured.
Even five years later, we agree to disagree. Save a few cents and keep around old milk based on the “smell test,” which Johnny swears by, or get rid of it the day it expires? Now we each have our own jug because we drink different kinds of milk. BUT just a few days ago I very reluctantly poured Johnny a bowl of cereal with milk that had been expired three days. I’m not actually worried about the milk being bad; it’s more of a mental hurdle for me. And I have a confession. After I poured that bowl, about a quarter of a gallon of milk remained, and I poured every ounce of it down the sink once Johnny left for work. A dollar wasted by me.
Do I need to get over my general phobia of expired food items? Or am I totally justified in my “just say no” philosophy for saving a dollar on old food that passes Johnny’s smell test?