We did the same for our son all the way thru school-—he couldn’t stand the school lunches. Funniest part all his buds were continouusly trying to trade him out of his lunch stuff. Incredibly to us, not one of the other kids put any serious pressure on their folks to make them something worth eating. They all seemed to be happy just getting by. But reflecting on that it seems to this day, 20 years later, that is still the difference ——the others are happy to “get by”.
My son, a homeschooler, took an afternoon course at the grammar schoool a few years ago. He always brownbagged it at lunch, and as a treat occasionally was given money for a school lunch.
He would pore over the upcoming menus inthe local paper and choose the day he would buy lunch. It was a big deal to him.
One day he came home after having had a school lunch and I asked him how it was.
Nasty, he said.
There was something wrong with the mashed potatos.
That is when I realized that my kids had never had a processed meal in their lives, and he did not know the taste of boxed potatos.