Back to the family room where lunch would be served to both my sister and I.Memories of coming home from school at lunch time and the big massive (Zenith)  TV would be set to the channel where Bewitched,That Girl and the Flintsones would entertain us.What a nice warm feeling in my belly and of course the steaming hot ravioli in a bowl making its way to our TV trays that each one of us had waiting for us in front of the couch.When I think back I so wish I had grabbed my little china doll of a sister and hugged her tight, tight and tell her that she was so darned adorable.She was too and looking back I of course wish I could have protected her from what was to come….little did I know.( perhaps the problem I face with her new book that she has a book signing for today) So back to those tins of ravioli …how many ravioli come in a tin? I bet you have no clue! Well,I certainly do have the answer…..there are 15 ravioli in a tin.Hmmmm…..my tiny little sister got 8 and I got 7. Now why was this? How come she always got the one extra in her plate?  She ate very little so of course I would pinch them of her plate…poor kid.I have no doubt that our mom knew because I remember a few dirty looks….like the ” if looks could kill” type of looks. She also said “Cathy you dont need to eat a lot you have to lose weight” OH my food became such an issue so long ago……could anyone out there relate to this story? Please share! Funny enough even today when served food in a restaurant I alway check the size of the portion out and work it out in my ever struggling brain to be normal……even to last night when we were served coleslaw I actually noticed that my gf’s little bowl was much fuller….hers was like coming up and over the rim of the bowl.Ha…now this is crazy.It’s coleslaw for heavens sake…..but this is how my brain functions….Anyways there’s not a time that goes by when I see those cans on the shelves that I don’t go back to my family room and have lunch on my TV tray with my little siss.