Quinoa tried to kill me about a year back, I inhaled the stuff instead of swallowing, went into paroxysms of choking while my nurse wife tried unconvincingly to contain her laughter and the dogs leapt on me thinking it was a sign of weakness and therefor the time to challenge for alpha status. Ten minutes later, order restored, dogs defeated, dinner consigned to the bin and significant other fixing her makeup, sorted.
Except about a month later, a rattling sound from my chest and difficulty breathing, cue another bought of coughing, thankfully this time on my own and suddenly aware of something cleared into my mouth, oh no imagining tuberculosis or worse, spit into a tissue, lump of fucking congealed quinoa. God knows what damage the evil stuff has wreaked on my lungs in the interim.
Now my beautiful spouse keeps trying out other recipes with it in. Mmmm.