There is a new commercial on TV featuring Chef Boyardee. It looks ancient, a sure sign it was made recently then ‘roughed up.’
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.
Good bachelor tale. See? Even then you were conserving energy.
Chef Boyardee and Spam. Wonder foods of the 50’s and 60’s. Is it any wonder how we managed to turn out OK?
I can easily live without ever eating anything from Chef Boyardee, but I still like fried Spam in place of Bacon occasionally, but it has to be cooked using a Boy Scout mess kit over an open fire in a picturesque forest setting high in the mountains somewhere.
Food memories include context, believe me…
You bring back memories of my bachelor days — which coincided with the “smaller market” (and teeny weeny salary) portion of my radio career. Yes, Chef Boyardee — whose sauce was two steps closer to what I considered “real” (as opposed to Franco-American, whose products came swimming in a sweet ketchup-like liquid). Another staple back for me was Weaver frozen fried chicken, which my then-undeveloped taste buds perceived as passable. BTW, KE4GNK, I used to bring Chef along for Boy Scout overnighers — perfectly satisfying to a 13 year old palate.