There is a non-zero chance I ate human meat as a kid.
When I was in primary school one of the dinner ladies accidentally sliced the tip of her finger off while carving meat for lunch. Apparently she panicked and didn’t tell anyone because they couldn’t find the missing bit anywhere in the kitchen.
A few days later the school contacted parents about a “food contamination” after environmental health got involved. Turns out they think the fingertip ended up mixed into the trays of sliced meat they served to our year group.
I only found out years later because my mum casually brought it up like it was a funny memory.
Now I can’t eat school-style roast beef without thinking about the fact there’s a non-zero chance I accidentally ate part of a human finger when I was 8.