and the noise these SAME PEOPLE MADE ... when the idiots in the MSM claimed that REAGAN called ketchup a vegetable!!1
When I was that age (and perhaps even now) I’d have gone for the raw onions instead of the raw squash.
“Later for lunch, Nutrition Instructors served boiled grass with acorns...”
Nah, it is good for you and good to ya!
An apple a day keeps the doctor away and a raw onion a day keeps everyone away.
How’s this?
I’ll bet there was no making out behind the gym that day!
Its Moochelle food. Give the kids raw onions while shes dining on everything (see Super Bowl menu)
I have been known to eat a Leek on certain occasions...
What did they expect, CORN? We need that for the fuel tanks. barf.
I have an idea. What if (follow me carefully now), what if each child’s parent were to send their kid off to school each day with their OWN snack!!! Since the parents know what the kids like, they’d probably pack something the kids would actually eat! Is that a novel idea or what?
As I harken back to my college days.
(Happy Hour was a good deal then too. You could carb for the price of a beer.)
Barenaked communism.
I toss cutups (and cubed bell peppers) in with my scrambled eggs towards the end of cooking so they just get up to temp prior to eating.
Actually, in the South plenty of adults eat what we call “spring onions” but I have never ever seen a child take the slightest interest in eating one. My Mama used to keep them standing up in a jar of cold water in the refrigerator.
Let this be a object lesson to young people everywhere: If you wet your lips with so much as one drop of liquid from the great toxic sea of liberal thought, you’ll soon go insane and begin doing things like serving raw onions to your children for dessert.
Mattafact, we would too - and washing it down with our monthly ration of vodka.
Well, at least the article explains later it was a mistake.
So we just had a bunch of cafeteria drones who didn’t stop to think bags of green onions, without even some dip, was a weird snack.
My husband loves raw green onions. But he was raised on such along with something called “wilted lettuce.” Ugh. There’s a restaurant in Tucson that serves grilled green onions, and I love them. Whenever we grill and also have green onions in the house, hubby makes sure that the green onions are grilled.
I have to say that I would rather eat raw green onions than raw squash slices. Cook that squash in a little bit of olive oil, and we’re in business. Fry that squash (battered in corn meal) and I’m even happier. That’s almost as good as fried okra.
They’re prolly serving the raw onions with a side of pintos and cornbread. Delicious.