Posted: 8/27/2010 7:29:36 PM EDT
| I've crapped 4 times since I got home from work today. What is in that stuff? |
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Was in Rome a few years ago near the coliseum. Wife and I thought we might get some better food if we went a few blocks south. Lots of locals and carinieri eating at this joint so we stopped there.
I ordered spaghetti and it was ok, but tasted exactly like chef boyardee. Thought that maybe the chef knew what he was doing to get the authentic italian taste. Had better food elsewhere in Rome |
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One of these days, some sharp movie producer is going to catch on and put together a "life of Chef Boyardee" film saga.
You know, starting from his earliest days at l'ecole, the mud pies in the playground to the peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches in the cafeteria, to his graduate days at the culinary institute where he battled depression, drug dependency and sex addiction as he struggled and then rose through the ranks in his quest to win the coveted Palme d'Or, the troubled marriages, the infidelity and the intrigue leading to those lost years in the penitentiary and the asylum, through all of the burned pot roasts, ruined souffles, and mediocre ceviches that marred his recovery as sou-chef, until finally he burst upon the world stage seemingly overnight to reach the pinnacle of his career, retracing all of the sordid influences along the way that propelled him to mega stardom with his visage gracing millions upon millions of easy-open cans... Or maybe not. ETA: I accidentally left out the description of his wild times with Sara Lee and Betty Crocker...Damnit... |
