I pooped a lot afterwards.
Like, the next morning.
I didn't feel sick or anything, but still.
Showing posts with label Bodily functions affected by what I cook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bodily functions affected by what I cook. Show all posts
Monday, May 29, 2017
Spaghetti Squash Boat, or Boat Full of Botulism?
I made this.
I pooped a lot afterwards.
Like, the next morning.
I didn't feel sick or anything, but still.
I pooped a lot afterwards.
Like, the next morning.
I didn't feel sick or anything, but still.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
The Most Dangerous Thing I've Cooked So Far
Some bitch named Stella came down from the heavens and decided to sneeze six feet of snow onto Boston in the middle of March.
(I'll let you figure out which part of that is an exaggeration.)
Knowing I'd be trapped in the apartment and wanting comfort food, I thought I'd cook and decided on this One-Pot Creamy Chicken and Tortellini, which, depending on how I made it could be One-Pot of Creamy Salmonella.
You might think that's the danger part, but it's not.
Here's where the REAL danger comes in. And it's a two-fer.
(I'll let you figure out which part of that is an exaggeration.)
Knowing I'd be trapped in the apartment and wanting comfort food, I thought I'd cook and decided on this One-Pot Creamy Chicken and Tortellini, which, depending on how I made it could be One-Pot of Creamy Salmonella.
You might think that's the danger part, but it's not.
Here's where the REAL danger comes in. And it's a two-fer.
Sunday, March 5, 2017
When Your Regular Rotation Dish Wakes You Up at 3AM
Do you blame the chicken, or the cook?
This is why cooking stresses me out, the constant fear of getting sick (or making other people sick) because I have NO CONFIDENCE.
I made my one-and-only regular rotation dish last night (second time in a month!). I used a meat thermometer to combat my Fear of Fowl (TM) and cooked the darn dish for fifteen minutes longer than the recipe called for because that's what I did last time and because I don't trust my oven, but, honestly, that's the oven's fault.
Tasted great. I may have had two servings while watching the latest episode of The Blacklist and then catching a freebie version of Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2 (don't judge) and wondering if men can actually love a woman like Edward loves Bella Swan.
Everything's fine until 3AM when I awaken to a noisy tummy and the need to, you know, go, and I start calculating when I had dinner (7PM) and wondering if botulism can kick in that fast and then wondering if it could be the dinner I had out the night before (filet mignon, something I will never, ever attempt to cook). How do people or the CDC ever pinpoint what, exactly, made them sick when food poisoning is indeed the culprit?
This is why cooking stresses me out, the constant fear of getting sick (or making other people sick) because I have NO CONFIDENCE.
I made my one-and-only regular rotation dish last night (second time in a month!). I used a meat thermometer to combat my Fear of Fowl (TM) and cooked the darn dish for fifteen minutes longer than the recipe called for because that's what I did last time and because I don't trust my oven, but, honestly, that's the oven's fault.
Tasted great. I may have had two servings while watching the latest episode of The Blacklist and then catching a freebie version of Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2 (don't judge) and wondering if men can actually love a woman like Edward loves Bella Swan.
Everything's fine until 3AM when I awaken to a noisy tummy and the need to, you know, go, and I start calculating when I had dinner (7PM) and wondering if botulism can kick in that fast and then wondering if it could be the dinner I had out the night before (filet mignon, something I will never, ever attempt to cook). How do people or the CDC ever pinpoint what, exactly, made them sick when food poisoning is indeed the culprit?
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