Happy Birthday Chicken Nuggets

I was never much of the gourmet chef. In college, my Italian specialty was spaghetti with ketchup squeezed out of packets I took from the cafeteria. My fanciest dish was eggs in a frying pan (which I discovered would puff up if you covered the pan, something I have never seen before, even on Iron Chef) with a sprinkling of hot dog slices. After college, my main staple (and later became my reputation) when I was living on my own were Hot Pockets. As I matured and learned to eat better, I switched to Lean Pockets.

This past Monday, we were plain out of food. Actually, we probably did have food, but it was uncooked and unmicrowaveable, which to me, is basically being out of food. What I did find in the back of my freezer though, was an open box of tasty chicken nuggets:

After laying out the rest of the frostbitten little breaded morsels of chicken on a shiny sheet of aluminum foil, I flipped the box around for cooking directions and noticed the following:

These nuggets are celebrating their two year birthday soon.

Needless to say, with no more food left in the house, I had no choice but to eat them. Drowned in Dijon mustard, they didn't taste older than a year.