I have a teenager.
He’s officially been a teenager for ten months now, and that still feels weird saying.
And with that teenager, a voracious appetite sometimes pops up.
Some days he cannot shovel food in his mouth fast enough.
And other days, I swear he subsists on pretzels, ginger ale, and Mentos.
BOYS.
When he is in an eat-all-things mood, he has a particular fondness for ravioli.
Trust be told, he has a particular fondness for most forms of pasta.
But ravioli is up there towards the top.
And while I don’t indulge in carbs quite as often as I’d like, pasta for dinner is certainly a good go-to when we’re having a crazier than usual weeknight.
So when the folks at Ravino Ravioli popped into my inbox and wanted to know if we wanted to give their product line a try,
I was all in.
Like Sheryl Sandberg and her Lean In movement.
I LEANED.
A big box arrived on our doorstep, packed carefully with dry ice to keep the precious cargo frozen, and we dragged it into our kitchen.
First impression?
This group CARES about their ravioli.
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