Disturbing as it is, my first guess was also Baby Watson cheesecake, but crafty old BazzukaJoe beat me to the punch...so I gladly offer a second educated guess: An inhabitant of Castle 1526 was eating one of Aunt Rosina's homemade calzones (or as she calls them "u fritt'"), took a good bite down and squirted its ricotta goodness all over the couch. That filling is so magical I can almost understand why one would choose to save some for later...just not sure how much later. Once ricotta becomes dry and sandy...I'm pretty sure its no longer fresh. You know, I sense a common Caravella theme developing in this entry. Vito Caravella Jr.actually likes when his mayonnaise goes sour: in fact he developed a physical addiction to sour mayonnaise sandwiches while we were in Las Vegas a few years back. He needed three to four sandwiches every two hours in order to function normally. The withdrawal pains he experienced on the plane ride home were excruciating.

The other image I associate with Aunt Rosina's calzones is within the mile high mountain she would often sneak in a few with black olives...and as Fortune's Fool I would always choose one. This was never a problem though, just like a pro quarterback I would fake the bite, and then hand off to Vito Caravella Sr. for the devour.