Or garlic TBH
I usually just change “cloves” to “heads” and then the recipe is about right.
I over spice everything, garlic included, but:
I had a girlfriend that misread a recipe and made a pot of gazpacho with four whole heads of garlic instead of four segments. It was quite spicy, but I loved her and ate it anyway.
No matter how much I showered and brushed my teeth I stank of garlic for the next couple days.
It was tasty, though.
Nah, I put too much garlic into Hummus the first time I made it.
There’s definitely such a thing as too much garlic. At least RAW garlic. It was nearly inedible and I quite like garlic.
Ummm… This is a bit grotesque, so if you don’t like graphical bodily stuff, maybe skip what follows. Anyway, someone gifted me really expensive and rare cheese recently. By that point, I had been eating less animal products, so I had forgotten my body couldn’t really handle dairy…
My friend and I tried it and it was absurdly tasty. We kept on eating, grating, eating, grating… In a single sitting, my friend and I ate the whole thing.
Oh boy, what a mistake. My belly ached. I was bloated. ‘Not a problem’, I thought, ‘tomorrow morning everything will be okay’. My lactase-abundant friend left and I went to sleep.
Middle of the night. I woke up. Nausea. Dizziness. I just had to go go the toilet. I ran. Oh boy, my stomach wasn’t happy with me. At all.
I figured I’d wait and see if this ended up being serious. It could be temporary. Except, I had to go to the toilet again, and again, and again.
“OK, snek_boi, you need electrolytes. You won’t die from lactose intolerance-induced dehydration. I refuse”. So I went to the store, got the electrolytes, and chugged them as I came back. Alright. Time to sleep, again.
I managed to sleep, except when I woke up I still felt nauseous. I went to the bathroom. This time, (TRIGGER WARNING, GROTESQUE) I was pooping radioactive water. It was bright yellow, almost like Powerade or Gatorade or something like that. Wtf.
I took out my phone to see if I should go to the hospital. Turns out, if you eat too much cheese, it goes through a whole process as your body tries to decompose it. The very last step is pooping bile, which is secreted in an attempt to digest the fat in cheese.
Knowing about that whole ‘cheese digestion process’, I guessed I wouldn’t die anytime soon. I just sat on the toilet, drinking my electrolyte solution, contemplating, contemplating my poor decisions, contemplating the wondrous complexity of chemistry and biology, contemplating the fragility of human life and good gut health.
TL;DR: Too much cheese can mess you up.
I’m trying to think of any recipe that already includes cheese where more cheese is a bad thing.
The closest I can get is desserts that use things like mascarpone, where if you add extra the filling doesn’t pipe well, and you could just increase the recipe and pipe five gallons into your mouth once you are done with the desserts you’ll serve.
Not that anyone would do such a thing on purpose. But, you know, you add a little too much of one thing, you try to correct and add too much of another, and an hour later the dessert is perfect, but you’re laying on the floor crying because you have a stomach ache and are covered in filling.
I’ve had one dish ever with too much cheese, scrambled eggs. If you get to a 50/50 ratio it just gets this terrible texture
I once spilled a pot of mac and cheese before I could add the sauce. I saved the cheese powder for the next day. It was then I learned what “dangerously cheesy” truly is. It was bad, but it was good.
