anyone who has spent time with the lovely devon gundry knows that he appreciates a good meal. he’s a bit like the satorialist for food, and if he had the time to take a photo of each meal and immortalize its glory, he probably would.
in between bites, he’ll also shower the meal-maker with expressions of pretty intense gratitude. he’ll say, “this is life giving”, or “i feel so sorry for anyone who’s not eating this right now”. at his last birthday, his only concern was that there might not be enough of nikki’s amazing yeast free pizza to go around. running out of food before he is full is a crisis in devon gundry land. just ask him if he wants to share a meal with you, and watch his blue eyes widen in alarm.
so, it was a bit of a surprise when a couple of nights ago, dev suddenly stopped eating the fish we were having for dinner, put down his fork, and had to leave the table. he said that the back of his throat had this weird taste that was ‘assaulting’ him (his words), and he had to lay down.
suspicions were aroused and we all stopped eating the fish. poor dev was feeling dizzy, breathless, and had totally lost his appetite so we figured it was some weird reaction to the fish. i made him drink a bunch of water, mum gave him lemon & honey, and dad told him not to worry. dev told us he felt POISONED (i’m using all caps because some statements deserve shouty-font) and we all giggled. (um, we are not sounding like the most sensitive family in this tale of woe).
anyway, today dev was still feeling a bit strange so we googled all the symptoms and lo and behold…
dear internet, allow me to introduce you to scombroid. yes, it is as creepy as it sounds. supposedly, it is the second most common type of seafood poisoning and can result from fish that’s not refrigerated properly. one of the toxic agents released in scombroid poisoning is histamine, and this was causing all of devon’s symptoms.
so yes, he was in fact, POISONED.