The chef and I go way back. My mother served Chef Boyardee all the time.
I was picky. I only ate his ravioli. I didn’t read ingredients back then. One can only imagine.
When I grew up and moved out on my own I also ate Chef Boyardee. However, as a bachelor there were times when clean cookware was in short supply.
I cooked my Chef Boyardee Ravioli by opening the can then putting the can directly on the stove! Who needs a pot?
Chef, until today that was our little secret.