Guilty Food Pleasure...

Egg noodles, corn and gravy was another Depression meal from my childhood I still enjoy.

 

I wouldn't eat those thing now, but they were delicious as a kid!

TAYK, yes, I enjoy pretty much everything I eat. From hummus, to kale, to chicken-100-ways, to brisket... all gustatory blessings.

 

My go-to as a young single man was Chef Boyardee canned ravioli. I almost bought some last week before my wife went out of town for a few days then saw how much sodium is in a can and put it down.

 

Once a month, if I’m shopping, I will still buy a can of Beefaroni. Without my wife knowing. When I was a kid, I’d eat it cold. Spaghettios, too.

 

Beefaroni and Roller Coasters right out of the can. Fucking right.

 

Nutty Buddy? I seem to recall them as "Nutty Bars."

Besides, Oatmeal Creme Pies are my Little Debbie go-to.

 

Second can while hunched over in the garage, right? Asking for a friend ...

 

When I was maybe 12, I microwaved myself a big bowl of Chef Boyardee canned ravioli. The bowl had these two little handles on it. I was racing back to the living room with my lunch to watch wrestling when my elbow hit the door frame, plunging one of my hands into the bowl of piping hot ravioli. I launched that fucking bowl of ravioli across the living room. Like, I probably threw it 15 fifteen feet, covering just about every surface in my OCD mum's treasured living room—its cream-coloured couches and shaggy beige carpet—with lava-red liquid and chunks of cow anus.

I still can't look at a tin of it without thinking of my poor mum's screams of absolute horror. It was a real-life version of the head of Khartoum in The Godfather.

 

I think they did a name change, for God knows what reason.

 

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