Borborygmus
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borborygmus
The only thing louder than the noble howl of the Three Wolf Moon shirt is the noble growl of the gut beneath it.
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I never know what to say when someone asks me, “What’s your favorite food?” I don’t think in terms of absolutes, because something I crave one day might seem gross the next. I just try to feel what food my mouth is whining for, ignore it until it cries in the corner by itself, then stuff some of that food inside so it shuts up and showers me with love instead of whiny complaints. Gratitude, not Attitude. I’ll make a great parent one day.
Personally, I just made some Thai chicken basil stir-fry—much like this. That is most definitely the answer to the sadness of my mouth.
So, tell me…if you could stave your grumbling borborygmi by stuffing something in your mouth RIGHT NOW—anything—what would it be?
