AFP is reporting that 70 people, including children between 3- and 12-years-oldwere victims of food poisoning Monday in a recreation center in Houilles.
Three children and one adult were transported to the hospital "for observation" and a dozen other victims had to be hospitalized.
Children who do not show symptoms have been returned to their families.
The origin of the food poisoning appeared to be meals delivered by a central kitchen, and tests are underway to identify the causative agent of intoxication.
Paris, Texas is a great Wim Wenders movie, but slow, depressing with fabulous music by Ry Cooder, whom I want to get to sing my eulogy. It’s also not the movie to watch the day of a wedding engagement, like me and my ex did in 1984; does not portend well.
Amy and I drove through Paris, Texas, a couple of years ago, but we didn’t get depressed or divorced (we also didn't watch the movie).
* “SpaghettiOs” with Meatballs in 14.75-ounce cans;
* “SpaghettiOs” A to Z with Meatballs in 14.75-ounce cans; and
* “SpaghettiOs” Fun Shapes with Meatballs (Cars) in 14.75-ounce cans.
Daughter Sorenne likes the pasta/sugary/salt/sauce thingies like SpaghettiOs, and we had a can of the stuff, although not the meatball one. But with Katie finally completing her epic journey to Manhattan (Kansas), and me making lunch for everyone today, I went with whole-wheat rotini, and a sauce of garlic, onion, red pepper, tomatoes, chicken stock, chili sauce, a bunch of basil from our expanding basil patch and shrimp.
The canned stuff can co-exist with the cooked stuff.
There is no information indicating that any under-processed product has reached consumers. In an abundance of caution – favorite new phrase by PRmeisters -- the three varieties of “SpaghettiOs” with Meatballs products that may have been under-processed are being retrieved from the marketplace.
Halifax, U.K., marketing consultant and Twitter fanatic Rachel McAlley writes in her blog for the Evening Courier that,
I toddled off to Paris for a romantic weekend back in early March and what a culinary mistake that was.
On the very last evening of my trip I started with a fever, then sickness, and didn't have a clue what was wrong with me until my boyfriend said it was food poisoning.
As it turns out I've never really experienced proper food poisoning before, this was a killer. I couldn't walk, started to hallucinate, was violently sick (and the other end), and to top it all off I kept passing out!
After somehow making it to the airport, I don't remember getting there, or boarding the plane or the actual flight. I do however remember continually passing out and wanting to curl up on a cold floor to sleep for a very long time.
The next five days are a blur, plenty of doctors, lots of drugs, the loss of 12lbs, no food, more sleep than ever before, and the diagnosis of Campylobacter enteritis. This was the killer!
It's the middle of April and I feel like I've lost a whole month of my life from eating a piece of diseased chicken whilst on the Champs Elysee in glorious Paris. Maybe I'll have a romantic weekend in Scarborough next time.