Food doesn’t suddenly go bad at the exact second of the printed expiration date, but there are jokes. This was posted on Twitter by blake on June 1, 2012:
“At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.”
“Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?” is an earlier joke about sour cream.
Twitter
blake
@Leemanish
At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.
12:31 PM · Jun 1, 2012·Twitter for iPhone
Twitter
Steffani Cameron, Snowflake
@SnarkySteff
Replying to @Leemanish
A modern tragedy. RT @Leemanish At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.
7:35 PM · Jun 3, 2012·Twitter Web Client
Twitter
WaltGates
@waltgates
”@Leemanish: At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.” Now *that’s* funny!
10:30 PM · Jun 3, 2012·Twitter for Android
Google Books
5,000 Sidesplitting Jokes and One-Liners
Compiled by Grant Tucker
New York, NY: Skyhorse Publishing
2013
Pg. ?:
At the stroke of midnight, Neil wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.
Twitter
Real Mens Wallets
@realmenswallets
At the stroke of midnight, Kevin wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired
9:30 AM · Feb 17, 2019·Buffer
Reddit—Oneliners
Posted by u/labink March 1, 2020
At midnight, Joe wept softly, cradling the sour cream as it expired.
Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006. Now a Popeyes fast food restaurant on Google Maps.
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Above, Big Apple Corner at 54th Street and Broadway in Manhattan. Google Maps. Stolen and missing, 2021-2024.
Above, John J. Fitz Gerald, from the Aug. 15, 1931, Binghamton (NY) Press, pg. 14.
Listen to Robert Emmerich introduce "The Big Apple," a hit song from 1937. Music written by Bob and performed by Tommy Dorsey's Clambake Seven with Bob on piano. Lyrics written by Buddy Bernier and sung by Edythe Wright. Audio provided by Dorothy Emmerich.
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