Today I ate acetone bread. God knows how acetone got into the bread, but my dad made some sandwiches for lunch and both my mom and I began eating them, and went "Eww! These taste like nail polish remover!" My dad couldn't sense it and seemed to think we were just being gripers and overreacting (perhaps because he is less familiar with nail polish remover and its odor) until he opened up the package and smelled the bread that was left in there. The thing was soaked in acetone. Then he told us to hurry and drink a bunch of water.
No one's died yet, and actually it seems to have only been the slice of bread at the bottom of the bag that was soaked in the stuff (our sandwich slices were just near it and absorbed the taste.) Maybe 'acetone in the bread' is the new 'cyanide in the Tylenol.'
No one's died yet, and actually it seems to have only been the slice of bread at the bottom of the bag that was soaked in the stuff (our sandwich slices were just near it and absorbed the taste.) Maybe 'acetone in the bread' is the new 'cyanide in the Tylenol.'
Fortunately.