I stumbled onto the Chef’s wiki page a few weeks ago for some reason.  I forget why.  But I honestly never knew until then that there was an actual dude named Boiardi who was the founder.

I haven’t had either in a while, but I’m pretty sure I preferred the Boyardee stuff to the Spaghetti-O’s stuff.  I’m a sucker for jumbo meatballs.

The fuck was that all about? Dude, I’m so confused. But suddenly craving meatballs.

I’m a sucker for spaghetti-o’s with mini franks. Can’t find them much anymore.

It’s a BIG difference between the two! I totally know as my husband lives off the Chef. Won’t touch the O’s.

Long live the Chef!  Down with the O’s.  Although I always liked the O shape, I never liked the sauce.

I hope Finn appreciates all the research that went into this project.

Wow, just wow....remind me to get my brand names right the next time I’m pouring my heart out so that they don’t become the main focus.

That was said with loving snark, just so you know.

I am not hiring you as my fact checker, despite the fact that your last two posts are CLEARLY meant to be some kind of application and interview thing.

Franco-American! That’s it. I couldn’t for the life of me remember. It’s been a very long time since I’ve purchased any food in a can, so I’d forgotten. But I knew that the last time I looked, Campbell’s wasn’t on the label.

P.S. - I didn’t think it was Chef Boyardee, I just knew I never noticed Campbell’s on the label.

Except the meatballs.

Those are JUMBO.

Well, except for the ones in the Mini-Bites in the comparison photo....

We had Spaghettio’s for dinner last night, with grilled cheese and grapes.
Jealous?!
(What - I worked late!)

Hypothetically, a hypoallergenic hippie armed with a hypodermic needle filled with hypothyroid medicine for a hypocritical hipster hypes up his hymen-harming hysteria.  It’s hip, Hymie.

You missed me!  Yay!

And my version of home cooking: Making you pick up the Chinese food for dinner tonight.  Best. Girlfriend. eVAR.

Frano-American, ut-oh, Spaghetti-o’s.

I can hear the tune for a Chef Boyardee commercial, but I can’t get the lyrics. As I recall a bunch of kids were running along a cobblestone road/plaza ... busting ass to get home for the Chef’s pasta.