Last weekend I tried once again to bake something, and once again I screwed it up somehow. I like cooking. I've never claimed to be especially good at it, but I absolutely stink at baking...
Or so I thought.
Last weekend was the third baking recipe that I attempted that didn't rise. With much frustration I asked Jim, "Do you suppose I have a bad batch of baking powder?" He said, "When does it expire?"
I turned it over and saw this.
It expired over TEN years ago which means it was probably purchased when we first got married.
I packed and unpacked this baking powder through 7 moves. Now I can't bear to part with it. She's part of the family. Clabber Girl is like the daughter we never had.
Don't judge me.
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Clabber Girl is made in Terre Haute.... just a random fact for ya! I could even get ya some more next time I go home!
LOL Angie, I've done that. My suggestion...dump the powder and keep the can. I'm sure you can make it work for you in a repurposed way without losing the sentimental can...like buying generic powder and filling the old can with it. :) I finally threw away my spices when I realized that some of them had been wedding presents 18 YEARS ago.
18 years Donna? You win!
In case you all were interested, I went grocery shopping today and my local market carries Clabber Girl. Win-Win!
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