Yesterday, my girlfriend’s caregiver brought us some meatloaf for us to have for dinner. It was okay, but neither of us felt inclined to clamor for it a second time (but I digress. Still, CORN in meatloaf? I ask you. Okay enough about the meatloaf).
This morning, gf is experiencing some memories of last night’s dinner, manifesting as meatloaf-flavored burps. I’m not having them myself, but I am familiar with the experience, and I was inspired to coin the term “legacy burps.”
My question is, is there any technique for eliminating (or better yet, preventing) them?
And just for fun, if anyone cares to share their stories of particularly memorable legacy burps, please feel free.
Drink more water? To my knowledge, burps originate in the stomach or esophagus. If they’re flavored like the last thing you ate, I suspect that means the food hasn’t left your stomach yet. When I’ve experienced this in the past, I’ve found that chugging a glass of water helped wash the contents of my stomach downstream.
It might be best to just allowing the belching–swallowing water might just trap the air further down the digestive tract resulting in intestinal cramping and eventually expulsion from the other end–which might be even smellier than the burps.
I based an entire dish on what you call “legacy burps.” As a cash-strapped college student, I invented what I still to-this-day make and call “college pasta.” It’s a very well-seasoned pasta that I could burp up hours later to remind myself that I had eaten and wasn’t hungry. The goal was to trick myself into thinking I wasn’t actually hungry by giving myself some flavorful burps.
Basically pasta with a shit-ton of any spices, oil and vinegar I had in the cupboard, but typically lots of the following:
-Vinegar
-Garlic powder
-Onion powder
-Chili powder
-Red pepper flakes
-Black pepper
-Basil flakes
-Celery salt
I cooked it for my wife once when we were dating. She wasn’t impressed one bit, yet married me anyway.
You know those bags of thumb-sized sweet peppers in red, yellow & orange? I had two of them at Easter lunch and swear I was burping them the next morning.
That reminds me, Chicago style hot dogs have a way of hanging around, too, and I think the celery salt plays a role.
I think it has to do with how your stomach pushes food onto the next part of digestion. That meatloaf may well have lingered in the stomach longer than usual.
I have had some degree of reflux all my life - up to and including regurgitating small bits of food that must be reswallowed. . 35+ years ago, I remember a day where I’d had something involving salad for dinner. The next day I didn’t feel all that great, so I ate very little - and no salad at all. Yet, that lettuce put in an appearance several different times that afternoon - nearly 24 hours later.
