I was cleaning out my pantry a couple days ago when I came across some home-canned jars of meat: beef and ham, as well as lentil soup.
Now this is nothing unusual, except for the dates: 1999.
"Eewww, yuck!" pronounced Younger Daughter. "Who'd want to eat meat that's almost as old as I am?" (She was born in 1998.)
While she has a valid point, here's the thing: we could have eaten it. The seals were perfectly fine. The texture was fine. It smelled positively delicious (especially the nice rich spicy lentil soup). In short, this thirteen-year-old meat looked and smelled like it was canned yesterday. I'm confident I could have made meals out of it without a problem.
Nonetheless I threw it away. After all, who wants to eat meat that's nearly as old as Younger Daughter?