4/5 Stars 🌟🌟🌟🌟
In case you live under a rock and that rock doesn’t happen to have access to the Pioneer Woman’s Twitter account (lame), you maybe didn’t see that Ree, this generation’s red-headed Laura Ingalls Wilder, released her own line of frozen food.
It’s wonderful, because no longer do we have to wonder what our American forefathers ate while they crossed the Midwest prairie in covered wagons. Now, just like them, we can reach into our freezer and microwave a plate of Toasted Ravioli with marinara before we hunt down some buffalo or, if we’re feeling a little vegan that day, throw back some microwaved Zucchini Chips. I love it when history comes alive!
Taste: 5/5. Now that the whole “pandemic vaccine” is figured out, I’m glad that scientists can finally get back to what really matters – making the human body evolve beyond needing vegetables so I can shovel these little fried raviolis into my mouth every day. About two toasted ravioli in, my crybaby heart started to hurt, almost like it was begging, pleading for a nutrient – apparently sausage and cheese-stuffed fried pasta isn’t good enough for it?!
Ease of Cooking: NEGATIVE SIX BILLION. The bible is really clear on one thing – “if it’s in the frozen food section, you better be able to microwave that bad boy.” Unfortunately, Pioneer Woman missed that part, because these little guys have to be cooked in the oven – on a non-stick baking pan and everything, like we’re all 15x authors, wives of Ladd, owner of the restaurant The Mercantile since late 2016. (Wikipedia is amazing.)
Appearance: 5/5. Leonardo Da Vinci himself could not have painted such a work of art as these little fried ravioli. These make the Mona Lisa look like a Kindergarten finger painting, The Last Supper like your Aunt Kathy’s blurry Thanksgiving selfie she posted on Facebook (#FamilyTime). They look exactly like the photo on the box – dark beige and square – which is truly a feat in these parts.
Overall: ⅘. Maybe I didn’t pay attention enough during my days playing Oregon Trail (truth be told, I was more in it to name all the passengers after boys I had crushes on), but if this is truly what pioneers ate, then book me a time machine, honey.