“Tell me something about yourself.”
Her fork scraped against the plate as she cut another piece of her eggs. It was the morning after and she decided to cook breakfast for them, but it was difficult considering Brenden had little produce in his fridge and the bread was turning moldy on the ends. But he did have an unopened box of pancake mix and a half-dozen eggs, so she was able to whip something up from the few ingredients available.
“I hardly have the time to cook,” he had told her. “If it were me, I’d check the pancake mix to see if it was expired or not,” he warned.
She looked at the box quizzically. “Does pancake mix expire?”
“I have no idea.”
She turned the box over. As it turns out, pancake mix does have an expiration date. Luckily, the date hadn’t passed so she had no qualms
