Christmas day 1974. Within 2 hours of each other me, my brother, and my 2 neighbors all started puking every 15 minutes for 22 hours. We had all eaten free M&M home-made cookies at the bookstore we were buying comic books from.
My brother and I were in the back of the Opel Kadet heading home, and keep in mind we had just eaten X-mas dinner. That car was ruined.
Neither of us has been in the same room with creamed corn to this day.
So far so good, I havent caught it yet :-)