A few years ago, I was dead broke and the only thing in the house was pasta and a giant, family-sized 2 litre jar of spaghetti sauce in the fridge. I made myself some spaghetti and later that night had the most awful stomach cramps, followed by explosive diarrhea. Later the next day I checked the jar of spaghetti sauce (which had been in the fridge for a few months) and discovered a golfball-sized lump of mold growing in it, down at the bottom. I sealed the jar and stuck it back in the fridge and forgot about it.
A couple of months later I was broke again, hadn’t eaten in three days, and discovered an old, dusty box of macaroni under the sink which I had forgotten about. I didn’t have anything to put on it, but I did still have that jar in the fridge, and…
Well, you guessed it. I used the spaghetti sauce with the moldy treat hidden at the bottom, knowing in advance that I’d get cramps and diarrhea. And because the golfball had become a mandarin orange, the cramps were worse and the diarrhea went from explosive to apocalyptic. Still, it was better than starving.