(This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer’s market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.)

This weekend is going to be a doozy of a twosie, what with Turkfest, the Husky game, a pumpkin carving party, playoff baseball, and re-setting our horse traps. So we are thanking the good people of St. Louis for the simplicity of the toasted ravioli.

Apparently in Missouri there are people with ethnic backgrounds other than lily white. In fact this state is home to may prominent Italian-American families: the Berras, the Franklins, and the Garagiolas, just to name three of the four.

The epi-center of Missouri’s Italian culture is St. Louis' Hill neighborhood in . It was here in the 1940s that someone had the delicious idea to cover ravioli with bread crumbs and toss them in hot oil. Rrrrrrrr, kinky.

Sadly we don’t have the time to actually make the ravioli, we feel like that would probably take us the better part of a month.

Besides this isn’t some hill town in Calabria where life is slow and the old women gather in the kitchen to make pasta by hand while the men carve wooden boys. Hecks no, this is America, where we can rush to the store and have our parents buy the ravioli for us.

We'll report back on Monday, and if you think you're so fucking great why not try and make the stuff as well. Then we can all compare notes as our fathers stare at us disapprovingly.

Recipe for Toasted Ravioli