Dreams can come true

When I was a child one of the promises I made myself was that I'd eat ravioli every day. And I'm talking about proper ravioli, Heinz, not the stuff that chefs on TV mess around making, they can never get the taste and texture right. As I've grown up other priorities have popped up and I lost sight of my ravioli dream until the other day. I was mooching around looking for baked beans when I stumbled across the gold-coloured tin with a pink label. Today I have eaten proper ravioli for the first time in ages. Delicious, it tasted just the same as when mum used to make it open the tin.