Amy Schumer and beau hospitalized with food poisoning during Paris vacation

 

Amy Schumer revealed via her Instagram that she was hospitalized in Paris on Monday after suffering from food poisoning.

amy-ben-435However, the Trainwreck star appeared to be in happy spirits despite the ordeal.

“Thanks for everything Paris! Except the food poisoning. #nooooooooooo #balmain #nyfw,” she wrote.

Another post saw Schumer and her boyfriend Ben Hanisch, who also had food poisoning, in bed wearing white shirts, with Schumer’s saying: “NO COFFEE NO WORKEE.”

Later in the day, she posted a video of her sitting near a window with a view of the Eiffel Tower, eating soup with a ladle from a large bowl.

B. cereus: Paris suspends breast milk deliveries after two babies’ deaths

Supplies of breast milk for premature babies from Paris’s central milk bank have been suspended following the deaths of two babies. Tests are under way to establish the origin of the bacteria that caused the deaths.

o-breast-milk-bank-quebec-facebookSupplies of breast milk from Paris’s Necker hospital, which houses the region’s milk bank, were suspended “as a precautionary measure” on Saturday, following the infection of three babies with the Bacillus Cereus bacteria, which is common but can be dangerous for some premature children.

Two of the babies have died but the third has recovered.

34 kids sickened with Salmonella from caterer in Paris

From 24 December 2012 to 8 January 2013, the Paris Mother and Child Health Protection Service reported 10 cases of salmonellosis in children attending four nurseries located in the 7th borough of Paris. Following this event, the National Reference Center for Salmonella reported an increase of salmonellosis cases in Paris in December 2012 and identified rare strain in several cases.

parisThirty-four cases of salmonellosis were identified during the investigations (30 confirmed cases and 4 probable cases), including 10 children attending four nurseries, and 24 community cases. The outbreak lasted 10 weeks and was due to 2 strains of Salmonella: serotype Typhimurium belonging to Crispol type 51 (CT51) and serotype 4,12:i:-, a monophasic variant of serotype Typhimurium and CT1. Cases were interviewed on their food consumption. Most of them reported having consumed products bought from a caterer located in the 7th borough of Paris several days before the onset of symptoms. A random inspection in the caterer’s premises from the Paris Health Protection authorities revealed many infringements to food hygiene. Among samples collected in the caterer’ shop, 2 S. Typhimurium CT51 and S. 4,12:i:- CT1 strains were found on the surfaces and in the food.

This investigation emphasized the importance of maintaining strict hygienic conditions and temperature control in catering outlets. It also emphasized the Mother and Child Health Protection Service’s role through observation and early reporting. This report was the “visible” part of a larger epidemic event that included both cases attending daycare centers and in the community which occurred simultaneously.

Cliches and undercooking abound: fancy food trucks in Paris

As an Anglophone Canadian, it’s second nature to make fun of the French.

My Welsh grandfather, with his Winston Churchill ashtray, would often pronounce his hatred of the Canadian version, the Quebecois, while watching Toronto-Montreal hockey games back when both teams didn’t suck.

That’s how old I am.

The New York Times reports the Cantine California started parking in Paris in April, the latest in a recent American culinary invasion that includes chefs at top restaurants; trendy menu items like cheesecake, bagels and bloody Marys; and notions like chalking the names of farmers on the walls of restaurants.

What the story describes as the hugely popular burger truck Le Camion Qui Fume (The Smoking Truck), owned by Kristin Frederick, a California native who graduated from culinary school in Paris, I describe as an advert for chefs-don’t-know-crap-about-food-safety (see Heston-norovirus-isn’t-my-fault-Blumenthal, who prepared some stuff for the Queen).

American chefs are at the helm of some of Paris’s hippest restaurants, like Daniel Rose of Spring, Kevin O’Donnell of L’Office and Braden Perkins of Verjus. And the city’s collective crush on high-end hamburgers continues: Parisians are paying 29 euros, or just over $36, for the popular burger at Ralph’s, the Hamptons-Wyoming-chic restaurant in the palatial Ralph Lauren store.

The story is full of hopeless clichés and food porn, but worse is the food safety in the accompanying video, with apparently raw beef as hamburgers; I guess it’s OK because it’s grass-fed (note to insufferable foodies – that’s called sarcasm).

Amy’s going to France for research at the end of the month (that’s her, on the right, in France, me on the left). My recollection is she liked her street-food baguettes. The produce and seafood in Brisbane is far superior to Paris. The bloody Marys were better in Manhattan (Kansas).

70 sickened at Paris-area rec center

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.
 

SpaghettiOs with meatballs recalled due to possible under-processing from plant in Paris, Texas

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).

Campbell Soup Company has it’s own Paris, Texas – a plant that makes SpaghettiOs in Paris, Texas – and their meatballs may not be cooked.

So Campbell’s has recalled:

* “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.
 

Food poisoning in Paris – A Brit’s perspective

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.