Poisoned

On the third night in my new apartment in D.C., I woke up at 1am with food poisoning. Regrettably, this is not my first experience with food poisoning nor was it the worst case I have had, and I therefore do not presume to call it my new thing. Aside from those two positives, in every other respect, it was horrid.

In the first 20 years of my life, I do not recall even one case of food poisoning. However in the last 10 years of my life, I feel as if it is a fairly frequent occurrence. Perhaps this indicates something about my diversified interest in restaurants and food. Who knows?

I am also not sure to what I owed that pleasure. My habits in the last few days have been no stranger or riskier than others. I would hope that my last two novelties were not tied to this incident:

I got free ice cream from Ben & Jerry’s yesterday- choosing the fairly exotic “pumpkin cheesecake” flavor to avoid the temptation of chocolate. I suppose free food is always suspicious…

The night before (and yesterday as leftovers for lunch), I tried a new restaurant in Woodley Park, a part of my neighborhood. It was an Indian restaurant, and I found the food quite delicious. However, I suppose Indian food is always a culprit for this kind of thing…

And the day before that, I tried yet another restaurant in the Adams Morgan part of my neighborhood. It had a beautiful little terrace to sit outside and enjoy the early spring evening. Since this experience was, by shear time passed, not tied to my unpleasant experience last night, I can say that Meze was a great little Turkish restaurant with good food.

So who knows what is to blame? Isn’t that like life though, you can go about your regular day, doing regular things and sometimes everything is fine and normal, but every so often, you do the exact same ordinary things, and it is like having eaten the poisoned apple.