I Thought Your Sister Liked Me?

I have the dubious reputation of being a big eater. For a guy that is 5'7" 160 lbs, I eat like I'm 6"2" 230 lbs. I'm lucky that I have a fairly high metabolism and workout a lot or I'd be a 5'7" 230 lbs guy. Nothing I won't eat and truly love all types of food. My wife's sister who lives in Milwaukee is a wonderful cook and baker. She really has a knack for making great meals and baked goods. Something else she's always done is make homemade preserves and pickles. They're made from the freshest ingredients and package so cute in little jelly and pickle jars. Looks like they belong in a Norman Rockwell picture. Well, my personal favorite of my sister-in-law is her homemade garlic pickles. They have the perfect spicy flavor( I need to eat anything and everything spicy and hot- I think I had my taste buds removed at my Bar Mitzvah!) So, every year, my sister-in-law sends a jar or two of preserves to us and of course, a jar of her garlic pickles. She knows I love them and appreciates how much I like them. Typically, she will call a couple days after to see how her biggest garlic pickle fan liked that year's batch.
Well about 4 years ago, we get the batch of preserves and of course, my jar of garlic pickles. I normally knock out the entire jar of pickles in about 2 days. With my mouth watering, I open up the jar ready to attack the pickles. I bite into my first pickle and it tastes kind of funny. It didn't taste spoiled but had a odd oily taste. What the heck, finish that one and dig into another pickle. This one didn't taste as bad as the first one but still there was something different. I proceed to eat 4 more pickles and then put the jar back in the fridge. My wife the next day opens up the fridge and says "Whew!! What is that smell??!?!" She pulls out the jar of pickles and realizes that this is where this pungent smell is coming from. I tell her to pitch them. I told her that bizarrely, this was not only the worst batch of pickles her sister ever made but probably the worst food or meal she ever made. Weird but everyone is entitled to a bad day. Another weird thing was no call from my sister-in-law to see how I liked the pickles. The usual call I get after 2-3 days never came. Really weird. About 6 weeks later my wife is talking to her sister and my sister-in-law says "Did Danny eat the pickles I sent him?" My wife said "Yes, he did" My sister-in-law replies "Really?" So, my wife says " Yeah why?" My sister-in-law says " Well, I'm embarassed to tell you but I think a couple jars of pickles were tainted with some kind of chemical. We figured that either you threw them out or didn't eat them"
NICE!!!!! I basically ate the newest flavor in pickles. POISON! Thank goodness I have a cast iron stomach. What would have at minimum gotten a normal human being tremendously sick or even something more serious just gave me some bad gas! My wife at that point said "You're not a normal human being" (which anyone that has met me knows already)

Lesson Learned: Something smells funky, don't eat it!