A Ravioli Experience

My favorite food is ravioli. I was craving it. Mary was too. Parma (The little store that we get a lot of our groceries from) had frozen ravioli (with spinach in them... yummm!), which suited me just fine. So we bought this:

Cool. We went home (we got some sausage to go along with it because it's really good in this region) and started to boil water to make the ravioli. Except when we open the bag we got this:

My reaction was something along the lines of, "Oh God. What is that?"

Carefully we took out 2 ravioli and 1 ... chunk... of sauce.

A-like so.

We decided that a frying pan was the way to go, so Mary cooked them to test them out. We have these weird tongs that we used since we have the weirdest assortment of silverware and such in the history of ever. Our apartment is a little lacking in many departments. Cooking implements is one department.

After testing the ravioli (they were delicious)we concluded that they were safe to eat. Mary finished cooking them while I tried to in some way cook/heat up the sausage. It was pretty funny. Mary and I should stop going to school and just open a restaurant because we got madd skillz in the kitchen. Right. We decided to "toast" some bread since it tastes better that way, but in all of our culinary wisdom we thought that putting the bread in the pan we had just cooked the ravioli in was a good idea.

It wasn't.

The first slice of bread turned into a saucy mess but was still delicious. Since it had soaked up the remainder of the sauce, the next two pieces were fine.

After fumbling through the weirdest process of making ravioli ever and making a mess of the kitchen, we got to feast. It was so delicious.

Next time, though, I think we'll try to make ravioli without the frying pan.