canned goods--er, i mean, canned grosses

Well I did an inventory of our 3-month, "rotating" food supply last Saturday. It felt good because sorting it has been on my to-do list for a while now ( I am obsessive about my lists). Well, I took out about 20 cans of expired/unappetizing foods and gave them to my neighbor, along with 5 boxes of expired mac-n-cheese that each member of our family disdains. My whole goal for food storage is to eat it regularly, you know, rotate it. The stuff I got rid of seemed to be choking up the rotation line!
Well Danny did not approve of my actions. Well--he approved the inventory part of course but not the discarding of the goods part. He said, "Annie, if we need to rely on that food storage tomorrow, I am not going to be unhappy to be eating slightly expired store brand cream of mushroom soup and macaroni and cheese. ...Does macaroni and cheese really ever expire?"
At first I was offended that he would interfere with food storage business, because so far, it has been my baby, not his. But he does have a point. That night we both took a can off the shelf and ate it for dinner to commemorate our food storage mishap. I chose Tomato soup--I've never had it, never wanted it. I am not sure how it even got to my food storage shelf. And Danny chose Dinty Moore Beef stew, a food item he had liked when we first got married (when he was used to that sort of thing a lot during college days) but now isn't so fond of. We tried to share with Melia. She ate a bit of the dinty moore but mostly just wanted the saltines.
That night we fed ourselves, like usual. But more than that, our hearts got a little bigger just thinking about how lucky we are to have so much.