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Answer for the clue "Ribbonlike strip of pasta ", 6 letters:
noodle

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Usage examples of noodle.

Joe plugged him and the bunch with him used their noodle when they forgot Caulkens and traveled.

Indeed, there are more recipes for cauliflower than any other vegetable here, because cauliflower is The Great Fooler and makes a terrific substitute for rice, potatoes, and even bulgar wheat or noodles.

Unless she can smother it in hoisin sauce from Number One Noodle Son, she is just not interested.

Shortly past noon, Nok Lek brought Edgar his lunch, a large bowl of rice noodles drenched in a thick broth that the boy said was made from a type of bean, garnished with minced meat and peppers.

Then, giving the Home Department and the leadership of the House of Commons to Joodle, the Exchequer to Koodle, the Colonies to Loodle, and the Foreign Office to Moodle, what are you to do with Noodle?

He would have never thought the word masturbation would have a life-altering effect on him, but here he was gasping for air because a ravioli noodle went down the wrong pipe.

Long Tieng became a desultory megalopolis, an unpaved, sewerless city of more than 30,000 where Hmong ran noodle stands, cobbled shoes, tailored clothes, repaired radios, ran military-jeep taxi services, and interpreted for American pilots and relief workers.

The blade sliced through the lengths of tough ox smew as if they had been strips of the softest noodle.

She liked the rituals of this O Bon Odori, a Japanese dance festival that let her dress up in a blue and white cotton ukata, feast on juicy BBQ squid, gingery pancakes and luscious mango shave ice, fried noodles, and sweetened bean confections.

He grinned and chose a Thai beef and noodle dish for an entree and a grilled barramundi for the main, with a salad side plate.

Muff, Ministre Anglican, and borrowing money of him, and of her coaxing and flirting with Milor Noodle, son of Sir Noodle, pupil of the Rev.

Near the tomb foreshortened vendors were selling roasted nuts, noodles wrapped in paper, tiny bundles of kif, seaweed, bowls of miso and kimshi, and babaku chicken with texasauce.

After that came pyramids and crystals, positive and negative ion generators, a grow-your-own-clone booth, a tarot reader, a palmist, a noodle stand, cheap body organs and cyberware, another noodle stand, soykaf, a Sidewalk Doc, and a group of masked men big enough to be orks, all wearing the black hoods, jumpsuits, gloves, and boots of the Sanitation Department.

We were sitting in a nice little clearing beside the trail, our tents pitched, eating our noodles, savoring the exquisite pleasure of just sitting, when a plumpish, bespectacled young woman in a red jacket and the customary outsized pack came along.

First he had thought he was going to puke, then he thought he might die, then he had found himself inside one of those kaleidoscopes, then they spent forever squatting on the bed and staring at each other to the tune of some kind of sci-fi flic music, during all of which the treacherous schlong which had gotten him into this mess in the first place remained limp as the proverbial wet noodle.