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.
Oh wow, huge canned ravioli craving now. Thanks. I think.
There are worse things to crave.
I keep a few cans of ravioli around all the time. Love it!
So glad to know that I’m not the only one!
I grew up in a Spaghettio’s household – not sure I could manage to eat a can of them now. Maybe there is something magical and timeless about the ravioli and I should try it…