I ordered this book because of pure nostalgia. You see, growing up, from the time I was in the second grade, I ate my weight in Chef Boyardee canned spaghetti and meatballs and beef ravioli for lunch a couple of times a week. You might say that Chef Boyardee's canned pasta was the first thing I learned to "cook" because the microwave had yet to be invented. I loved the stuff. To me, it was head and shoulders above that Franco-American imposter whose sauce tasted like Campbell’s tomato soup (yuk). That’s not paskeddy! I still shudder when I think of it. Perhaps I was showing early signs of developing gourmet?
Later, before teendom, he introduced me to home made pizza. He put everything you need to make pizza into a box- a can of pizza sauce, a can of cheese, and an envelope of crust mix. Matter of fact- “he” still does (actually it’s ConAgra Foods now). We lived in a rural area without a nearby pizzeria. My uneducated palate was receptive and then there was also the sense of accomplishment.
The book is a chronicle of the Boiardi family's successful business just as I hoped it would be. Anna Boiardi’s personable writing style and her unpretentious recipes are easy. I got my walk-down-memory-lane fix and some new twists on my favorite cuisine.