I was down for the count for a couple of days, with what I strongly suspect was food poisoning. It’s always hard to tell whether it’s a bug or something you ate, but I always figure the urgency with which your body wants to divest itself of the contents of your gut is a solid indication. This was very urgent, and I think it was the frozen shrimp.
It was fully cooked, and the bag had been in the freezer compartment of the little dorm refrigerator in Kevin’s office. He brought it home, and it was definitely still frozen, but it’s possible that it thawed during a power outage. I made the mistake of eating a few of the shrimp as I prepped them, before they went in the pot, and I suspect that cooked my goose.
Kevin reported slight queasiness, but he acknowledges it could have been sympathetic, rather than food-borne. Since he ate the shrimp only after it had been cooked, he may have gotten just a trace of what I had in spades.