please pass the pepto

My stomach has always been a bit sensitive. As a kid, especially in the summer, I would get so hungry--seriously famished--while playing outside that by dinnertime my stomach would be screaming with hunger pains. When I'd finally eat something, instead of quieting down, my stomach would go insane. Nearly unbearable gas pains would cause me to frequently assume my beloved tooting position (sorry to offend). Mom always reminded me that hot air rises so I'd get into child's pose and let that hot air rise.

I rarely cook rich meals but I enjoy eating rich foods. Of course my stomach can't handle many delightful and sometimes unfamiliar ingredients. Whenever we have Relief Society, showers, or any get togethers at Jeanie Simmons' house she greets me by saying, "Hey Jess! The pepto's in the fridge." ha!

Are you wondering why I'm disclosing so much personal, and possibly gross--depending on the reader-- information?? It's okay if you are...I am too. The reason is, because as I type now, my tummy is on fire. I got much too hungry before dinner tonight and now I'm paying the price...ouch!

The only good thing about my current noxious gas pains is that I won't attack the candy cane Hershey's kisses I bought to fill a cute Christmas bowl...at least not now.

so yummy