What: Three square meals, plus jarred applesauce and white rice.When: Every #$^#$&$ day last week. Would I eat it again: Not until the next time.Official tasting notes: The last time I picked up a bug from my food was two years ago. I was hiking around the mountains of northern Vietnam and bought baby pineapples off a Hmong woman who was peeling them with a dirty knife, so I felt like I earned my distressed gut. I have NO idea where I got what my doctor thinks is a foodborne virus (probably from produce), since I ate almost every meal last week with friends and out-of-town visitors, all of whom are healthy. The nice thing about taking a week off work to sip ginger ale and nibble on dry toast? In my friend Kelli’s words: “Ooo, I bet you’re getting skin-ny!”