My first husband wanted to go land crabbing. It's some kind of crab that is here, as well as in Cuba, where he was from. At certain times of the year the leave the water and migrate. Well, we did, he caught quite a few and we brought them home to cook. His mom had always cooked them and he really didn't know how and, at that point, I had never cooked a crab in my life and had only eaten crab out of a can, VERY young me, had moved from up north maybe a year before, and he was 8 years older, though was the baby boy of the family so never did anything for himself, much less cooked. Okay, we throw them in a pot to cook them. OMG the smell! We had to open the windows, turn on fans just to be able to stay in the house, took days to get the smell out. He insisted they were good, picked the meat, and he ate some of them. He didn't get sick so I assumed they were okay and being bad wasn't the cause of the smell. We froze the rest of the picked meat. I couldn't bring myself to eat any because of the smell. I ended up throwing away the frozen meat eventually because I wasn't cooking anything with it and I think he forgot about it. It was also years before I ate crab anything, just the thought of it was nauseating. We found out later from an older Cuban women that you are supposed to cook them outside because they do have that horrendous odor when cooking.
The only other time happened with him as well. We went to Taco Bell for dinner, got tacos and churros, then went out for a night of drink and debauchery. I was horribly sick the next day and for some reason just the thought of churros (which I love) was nauseating for months and months after, not tacos, just the churros, though it was probably (definitely
) the D and D that caused the sickness.