PB & J. Oh the horror.
Maybe that’s why I’m so loony. Baloney and cheese on wonder bread. Sometimes PB&J with an apple. And....horrors, I would get a little can of those fried shoestring potatoes! Sometimes I even was forced to take chicken noodle soup in a thermos.
And don’t forget that little snack sized box of raisins.
My lunches were so expensive that it was just wrong for the government to make my parents sacrifice to feed me. Of course, getting up in the morning and making my lunch was also beyond the call of duty.
I’ll let you in on a secret. My mother was a bipolar alcoholic and about half the time when I was in grade school I made my own breakfast and lunch on school days. That ought to be sufficient to get me excused from robbing a bank. Instead I’ve wasted my life being responsible.
When I was a kid if the parents didn’t have lunch money we’d all (cousins and me) walk to one of our houses and have whatever was left over from dinner the night before for lunch. Cold fried potatoe sandwiches. Cold bean sandwiches. Sometimes there was a chunk of bologna and we’d slice and fry it ourselves for sandwiches. If there was none of that left we’d have mayonnaise or mustard sandwiches. Yeah, we were really mistreated and would have been in the ‘food scarcity’ category. We survived and never realized how poor we were.