Chef Boyardyuck!

Back in the day I loved Chef Boyardee Ravioli.  I even fed them to Corey when he was a younger child.  That stopped probably more than 10 years ago as I learned to make things myself (no, not ravioli).  With this pregnancy I have craved just about anything acidic.  In the past 36 hours, for example, I've eaten two whole lemons with salt (salt is the other half of the cravings... I'm mostly trying to cut that back to normal levels).  Just about anything tomato-y is high on my list of wanted foods (of course, they're frequently salty, too).


Tonight Corey and I did the grocery shopping.  I managed to skip the V-8 (I know, Beth, I know), but for some reason I ended up in the processed canned foods aisle.  I don't normally even go there.  The mini ravioli practically leapt into my cart.  Corey was baffled. 


"What are you doing?"


"Look, I know it's crap, but I want it.  You're going to have some, too."


*looking skeptical* "Why?"


"You used to like it when you were little."


"So."


So we came home and I cooked it.  Thank god Corey will eat just about anything, because I would have hated to throw it away.  Mushy once-upon-a-time-this-was-pasta in a faintly reminiscent tomato sauce.  Ugh!