You know, every once in a while I just have a hankering for a can of Chef Boyardee Meat Ravioli. Or, ‘labbyloobies’ as my elementary school friend, Jessica, would call them. I have no idea why in the hell she called them that.
But whatever you call them, they are delicious. In that gross, school cafeteria lunch kind of way. Gimme some frozen Texas toast garlic bread and I’m a happy girl.
Here is DJ Tanner singing Chef Boyardee’s praises:
Donna Summer+ kids + canned pasta = ADVERTISING MAGIC.
Is it weird that I’ve never tried Beefaroni? All I can think of is Kramer and Beef-a-reeno.
So I’m not exactly running to the store for a can. Although that jingle is pretty damn catchy.