beavergod1 says:
* Sounds like a lot of paranoia.
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About that 'dump it if it exceeds/nonceeds/overceeds those Very Official 'guide-lining' by the government agents' beezwax...
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I lived and worked all over this particular planet.
I ate in rural Yemen homes with no running water within a two-day walk.
I ate on Mekong home-business boats with the cutlery given a quick rinse in a bucket of primordial swamp.
I ate from hand-pushed food-carts featuring 'exotic' especiales on hot dusty sidewalks throughout Latino Americo... the last time it felt the loving embrace of refrigeration was probably never.
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On a multi-week back-country mule-pack hunting journey through the Bob Marshall Wilderness on Idaho, doing prep for lunch, I discovered a drowned mouse in our dish-worshing water.
I was tempted to leave it for the supper cook, but then, I would probably get blamed for planting it there...
... just like I blamed the breakfast cook for thinking I would go all squeamish and run in tiny circles waving my hands.
No way!
And 'yes', the supper cook had a complete hissy-fit melt-down.
Yelled at me from the other tent through most of the night.
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I got sick -- green/shoot-me sick -- twice in my short sweet life:
* after a fun gathering of chums at a well-known long-time busy restaurant in Oakland, California.
* after a swanky time at a cloth-napkin joint with 'proud-of' prices near Sacramento, California.
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Obviously, the food is not the problem.
Obviously, I need to avoid eating in California.
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Let's suppose, at a family re-union, if Aunt Sally has a spoon of beans... then keels over, I would avoid helping myself to her beans.
But I would be first to snag her ham.
Stands to reason.