Here’s the truth: Salsa is forgiving, but not immortal. When in doubt, throw it out. The few bucks you save aren’t worth a night of regrettable bathroom trips.
But if it’s day 8 on a store-bought red salsa, and it still smells like a fiesta? Go for it. Live on the edge. Just don’t blame me if you’re hugging the toilet at 2 AM.
Now go forth, dip boldly, and always have backup salsa. A fridge without salsa is just a cold, sad box. You deserve better.
