Acorn squash, bruh. Shit was fucked.
this post was submitted on 04 Nov 2024
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It was the last day of my first year at the university. I had few hours before my ride arrived. And because I was a poor student I was doing everything to eat as cheap as possible. On the day of the move I had no breakfast as I assumed I can hold off until I get home. I was wrong. Luckily for me the place I lived in (it was some sort of a dorm) had a place to leave food that's no longer needed. It wasn't spoiled or expired, so everyone could grab something. Unfortunately one of the breads develop mold. I found about it after I was done with couple slices. Long story short, few hour drive home took half a day because I had to hit the bushes every 10 minutes.
We had just moved from Portland to Denver, and were trying new restaurants. One Sunday we ordered delivery from a local Chinese place that had good reviews. Food came, we ate and all was good for a couple of hours.
Then my wife said "I think I'm gonna puke* and dashed for the bathroom. Being the good husband, I followed her to hold her hair while she worshipped the porcelain god.
She had barely got done emptying the content of her stomach, when I literally had to shove her out of the way to emoty mine.
We were both miserable for about 36 hours.
I mean, that's love right there.
On a backpacking trip, the better part of a day away from the trailhead. It came on so quick I didn't have time to run behind a tree, just dropped pants and let it out in full view of my travel buddies. As embarrassing as it was, it was the right choice. I didn't have any other pants to change in to and the distance we had to hike out would have led to far more serious health issues had I hiked in dirty pants.
I'm not sure what caused it. I was the only one who got sick. Probably a simple hygiene slip at some point. Someone didn't clear their hands well enough before cooking, or something made it past the water filters. I'm just glad someone had immodium and everyone gave me their spare fluids and electrolytes. I can see how a person could get really dehydrated really quickly and wind up in trouble.
I was making the wife and I some turkey meatballs with a little cube of mozzarella in the middle trying to be fancy. Turns out, when the mozzarella melts, and you don't have a food thermometer, it's REALLY hard to tell if the meatballs are done in the middle... We both spent two days being sick from both ends in a one bathroom apartment. Also had to pay $300 for the doctors note for my crappy job so they wouldn't fire me for missing work for two days. Not my proudest cooking moment...
My wife, probably the year before last, got a fancy home made from scratch cake for her birthday from her fancy pastry chef friend. Well, she loved the thing so much she’d bring it out for dessert every night, the whole thing, and nibble on small bites until she had enough and put it back in the fridge. Savoring each night and bite. Well, she should have taken a small cut from it each night, leaving the remainder in the fridge, and nibbled on that. Anyway, live and learn. By the end of the week she finished off the cake… and got thoroughly sick over the weekend.
I couldn’t help but laugh a little at the absurdity of the situation, but I felt so bad for her. It was an amazing cake, but yeah. If you’re going to savor something like that, please cut a portion out each night instead of taking it out and putting it back after about 30-45 minutes nightly.
Definitely one of those things that you don't know unless you know how bacteria grows. Growing up my family was the same, hey it's in the fridge so it's safe right? We didn't know anything about the "Danger Zone" or what warming and cooling would do.
I got food poisoning from the fish they served in the students cafeteria. Can't stand fish or seafood anymore, and if the fish van is set up on the local supermarkets parking lot once a week, I go around it as far away as possible.
I've gone to the ER twice due to a stomach virus caused by a bad deli sandwich, about 100 miles apart. I only wish that on my enemies.
Oof never been to the ER before because of food poisoning, glad you made it through that, and I hope you called our the restaurant if they caused it!
Most recently because my memory is bad? Had some ramen with leftover brisket. I had been eating it for a bit, but the brisket had just past the point of no return.
Luckily I was the only one to eat that, so me and the single toilet were not disturbed.
Thanks to my story and stories like yours, we learned that we need minimum 1.5 bathrooms in our home going forward. Sounds like you got real lucky!
Yeah. We were less lucky ages and ages ago when we all got sick with...the flu? Pneumonia? Something near the holidays. That sucked horribly.
Sister and dad love Oysters, Muscles, shellfish in general. So when I got some muscles I boiled them up then made macaroni in the juice left behind. They ate it, they loved it. But I ate about a half cup of the pasta. Just the pasta.
Sickest I've ever been in my life. Closest I've got to shellfish since is Shrimp. They don't bother me.