Back in my day, the lunchroom ladies cooked real food and the kids didn’t complain about mystery meat. We had real recognizable meat. Real fried chicken and real lemon pepper chicken. The smell of homemade yeast rolls was amazing.
“The smell of homemade yeast rolls was amazing.”
You aren’t kidding! I can still smell those after all these years.
Eh, we had mass produced food, but it was edible. It was good prep for military service.
Today, the fed guidelines are insane, especially for a high school kid doing sports. And the food really is terrible.
Yep. My mom was a cook at Fullerton USD (California) in the 1970s. Nothing was processed or pre-packaged. Everything that was served at lunch was prepared and cooked/baked earlier that morning.
Most the pity what liberals and bureaucrats have done to our schools.
I was blessed by GOD to grow up in South Louisiana, all the cooks were old Cajun and Creole ladies. The food at school was great.
Hot, homemade yeast rolls and butter. OMG! Real butter melting on those tasty hot rolls. Nothing like that has been found since school. One could become addicted. And their bread pudding with the lemon sauce - the leftover cakes, breads made into a delectable dessert. Fond memories of the school cafeteria.
Back in my day in high school 1965-69, very few students bought lunch. Almost everyone brought it from home. Not much of a cafeteria, hence it was called a lunchroom.
Same here. One of my favorites in grade school was really simple, it started out as a slice of white bread with a slice of American cheese, a larger hotdog than you see these days mostly, diagonal across two corners, the other two corners folded up around the dog and pinned in place with toothpicks. This went into the conventional oven, no microwaves in the 60’s. These delights came out golden brown and super melty. A little mayo or mustard to taste and it was delectable. There must’ve been some who didn’t like these as much as I did because in the higher grades when we ate lunch later, the dear ladies would come round with trays of seconds for anyone who wanted one or two more. I have fixed these for my kids and they’re gone faster than you can say Bob’s your Uncle. Happy days...