When I was in grade school, I was given a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, drink, and snack in my lunch most days by my mother. If my lunch had ever been “inspected” and I then had chicken nuggets forced on me, I absolutely would have thrown them on the floor in my refusal to eat them.
“I was given a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, drink, and snack in my lunch most days by my mother...”
Same here - but that was on a good day.
And always with a small mayonnaise bottle filled with milk(wax paper seal!)
Mashed potato sandwiches were not uncommon, but I left no lunch uneaten. Life is good.
AND, if you forgot your lunch, you were given a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a milk.
How did any of us survive our childhoods?