Packaged yuck.

Ugh. Somebody remind me never to eat Chef Boyardee ravioli crap ever again. I can't believe I loved this as a child. While eating it, I had the distict impression that eating warm dog food wouldn't be much different. And to top it off: some sort of lemonade mix that ended up giving the vague impression of lemonade but was really just acidy-flavored water.

Hooray for gum getting that taste out of my mouth.