I tried to complete this task before, but alas, I was unable to provide photographic evidence due to my lack of camera. That oversight has now been rectified.

Mr. Stinky Pants, my roommate, took it upon himself to remove some of the VERY expired items from the refrigerator. I have no idea how he missed these, but he did:

The Giant Box o' Baking Soda

Occasionally, I make snickerdoodles (those are a type of cookie, for all of you uncultured heathens out there!). A previous roommate (we shall call him Destinova) decided that he wanted me to make these cookies for a big party our friend was throwing. The only missing ingredient was baking soda. I sent him to acquire the powdery substance prior to baking bonanza fun time. This is the box he brought back. Though the expiration date does not photograph at all, it reads 10/2004. I still have 3/4 of the box left. When Mr. Stinky Pants was cleaning out the fridge, he left the gargantuan box, because it still functions as a de-odorizer (and I think he plays with with it and vinegar in our sinks when I'm not home...).

The Lone Pickle inna Jar

Last year, I had a(nother) roommate, this one we shall call Salamander. Salamander loves - I mean LOVES pickles. Now, I like a pickle every now and again, but this chick was all about the pickles! And whole pickles at that. None of that pansy "dill spears" crap would do for her. She moved out last Summer, and among the things she forgot to take with her was this large pickle jar - with only one pickle remaining! Why did she leve a solitary pickle you ask? Well, I'll tell you: I don't know!!!! Also, how did this single pickle pickle, all alone in its glassy, briny prison survive Mr. Stinky Pants's Great Refrigerator Purge? I think he felt bad for it... That and Mr. Stinky Pants will eat just about anything, so I'm sure he'll devour it at some later date...

Teeny Little Super Spy Ketchup

This little bugger was only discovered by me by accident. I was putting the pickle jar mentioned above back in its home, when I saw just the edge of this bottle. I pulled it out, and asked Mr. Stinky Pants if it was his. He had never before seen this ketchup bottle. Neither had I. Hmmm... Who left this mystery bottle of tomatoy goodness in our home? When had they abandoned it? Was this small bottle just a condiment spy that had infiltrated our mostly barren refrigerator? Or did he come from a good home with many other similarly sized condiments that were his erstwhile friends and family? We still do not have the answers. We cannot even posit an approximate time of arrival for this guy, as the expiration date had been worn off of the bottle... We do know it is quite advanced in age. The normal bright red coloration of the tomato ketchup is now a dull rust color.

We are keeping all three of these gems for now. The baking soda still works with vinegar, so it can't be all bad, right? The Pickle Jar - again, I think Mr. Stinky Pants is keeping it around for a random midnight snack. And the poor lost ketchup bottle is just too cute to just cast off.