Imagine, if you will, an eighteen-year-old
Back in 1980
Unable to cook so much as an egg.
Imagine him off at college
With a budget of, oh, roughly
Trying to make himself something to eat.
Now imagine a boy born in Italy
Way back in 1897
Who emigrated from there in 1914
And who spent time in New York and Cleveland
Before opening a factory
And developing war rations during WWII.
A real italian
Who really immigrated here
Who was a real chef
Who mass produced his real recipes
Real idiots like I was.