when i was a little girl i used to want to marry Chef Boyardee cuz i thought i'd never ever have to learn to cook. Seemed like a good plan when i was six.
Now, i'm married to B-rad and enjoy my Boyardee-in-a-can when i do things like forget my lasagna and mango at home. WIN!
FYI - Four Cheese Ravioli in Meat Sauce. Thank you, Chef!
After eating said meal, i come to realize that "Enjoy" may be too strong a word... "Tolerate", "Consume", "Struggle through" may be more accurate... my childhood memories have fooled me into believing the Chef had some mystical/magical culinary prowess when the reality is far from it.... le sigh. FAIL.
*also, totally non-lunch related: Letter To Chewie - 18 Months read it!!
*also, totally non-lunch related: Letter To Chewie - 18 Months read it!!
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