/ck/ - Food & Cooking

I remember being about 5 years old and my mom threw me into a horrible day care with three evil women who conspired together to keep us quiet and obedient. It felt like going to a haunted witches house.

They'd feed us canned ravioli almost every day. Thankfully, I loved the shit so I never complained. Once though, I suppose my stomach wasn't having any of it and I ended up running to the bathroom and projectile vomiting everywhere. The walls were painted in cheap pasta sauce and bits of ground beef. The sink, the floor, splatterings everywhere. It was impressive.

I'll still eat a can every once in a blue moon for nostalgia's sake.