Favorite School Lunch

I gotta go with the pizza squares. Second was the barbecue. This was in the early 70's. Worst was always the"managers special" which was guaranteed to be the old leftovers from the freezer.
 
When I was in school, pizza day was pretty much the highlight of the menu. Man, how times change. One school my son went to a few years ago brought in Chick-fil-a on Thursdays. Yeah, he only requested to buy lunch on those days. :D
 
Homemade Dessert!

It wasn't the main course so much (although yeah, the grilled cheese was always the bomb), as it was dessert. Our lunch ladies were still making cinnamon rolls and chocolate cake from scratch in the mid to late 90's. The school didn't offer breakfast back then, but they always made extra batches of those to sell in the mornings.
 
In high school we had two lunch lines. One was the same for everyone but the second line was ala cart that you paid for daily. Pretty much like a fast food restaurant and also pretty much fast food. That was by far the most popular but not cheap. I imagine lunches have changed a lot the last few years huh?
 
When I was little I loved the ravioli or the pizza. We always got a little powdered donut and the yard duty would pull our ear if we ate the donut first. By middle school the only thing I'd eat we're the nachos and in high school there was this little deli that had the best sandwiches I've ever eaten. He only sold turkey and he only made them one way--no special requests. It was a little Persian market and he would toast the bread and cut the lettuce in such a way that it was delicious. I've never been able to replicate it.
 
Lunches in my high school were a mix of frozen microwave crap, and some decent grub made from scratch.

The pizzas were a cardboardy disc of crud, with a slight slather of tomato sauce, rubbery cheese, and thin slices of pepperoni that curled like old linoleum flooring corners when they microwaved those circles of shite.

The chicken finger days were good. Not so much because of the chicken fingers, which were always dry and tasted freezer burnt, but because of the French Fries. The cafeteria had one of those bench mounted fry cutters. Set your potato over the grid of blades, pull the handle down, and perfectly cut fries popped out the bottom, ready for the deep fryer. The cook fried those bad boys perfectly - crispy, golden on the outside, fluffy and tender inside. Hot, perfectly salted, splash of vinegar, and served (every week I'm sure) with the same joke about how if you thought the chicken fingers were big, you should see the size of the chicken balls they'll be serving later in the week (har-har). They probably contributed to the pimple production of many a teenager, but they were the best fries I've ever had.

They also occasionally served a homemade chilli with a fresh bun that I remember being quite delicious.
 
I feel left out. My mom never trusted the school food so I packed every day.

But, on the way to school (which was right beside a small market) we would stop in and buy those giant kosher dill pickles in a barrel and that was breakfast. :)
 
How to meet this gentleman: *clears throat and says in sultry come hither voice* "So is that a lighted gherkin in your lap or are you just happy to see me?"

I am a little concerned though. He has a pickle in each hand. Does that signify he lights to hold picklish things, preferably more than one at a time, which would kind of leave me out. Perhaps he'd like to share his many pickles, but he's careless with them. They are all over the floor! Pickle abuse. . which just opens up a whole new barrel of pickles. . . .

Wowee. . . that is quite the beard--my bff and I would qualify that as an "Oh my beardness!" on our beard classification scale. And from all the pickle action, it would most likely smell like a douche.

The lad looks like he may have some potential under all that fur. . . I wonder how he would feel about being shaved with a straight razor, a skill I acquired years ago as a sexy Valentine's day gift for the certain man in my life at the time. And I wouldn't even be tempted to go all Sweeny Todd on him considering I don't know him that well yet. :D
 
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Just think of the dills in his mitts as a bunch of flowers, the ones on the floor the equivalent of flower petals, a kosher, garlicky, rose petally come-hither gesture.








#checkyourknickersnow
 
I went to school in the 50s 60s.

Fish sticks every Friday, spaghetti every Thursday, chop suey on rice, shepherds pie, macaroni and ground beef. Spinach was the usual veggie. Fruit cup. And some form of simple cake for dessert. Milk. Lunch cost 35 cents.
 
Another Aussie here, no cafeteria lunches for me.

Lunch was whatever you bought from home, which was usually some form of sandwhich or bread roll.

But I remember in High School our canteen sold (as well as the usual pies, sausage rolls and hot dogs) 600ml cartons of vanilla custard that we used to buy and that was our lunch. Or toasted cheese rolls (which for some reason was delicious at school, but awfully plain and not worth it if you made it at home).

And a bag of mixed lollies ;)
 
When I was growing up, buying lunch was a special treat reserved to a once a week occasion. We brown bagged it the other 4 days.

Yesterday, I had a pb&J, accompanied by a really tall glass of chocolate milk - just for the hell of it. That first bite swept me back to my childhood days in an instant! :D
 
The pizza was awful but the chicken sandwich was pretty good.
 
All I remember from school lunches was mystery meat Wednesday and that orangish - grey "russian" dressing.

That said always packed my own and fav was peanut butter and raw honey sammiches! Speaking of Raw Honey... :devil:
 
Sticky spaghetti. It was the best.

With a little salad, consisting of lettuce and chopped carrots, drenched in Italian dressing.

Those were the days.

:D
 
I can't remember any great entrees .. the usual meat loaf, Sloppy Joes, fish sticks, and so on ... but I do recall that my cafeteria had these really dynamite rolls. I could make a meal of them. Years later, I went to an elementary school (kind of a "take your Dad to school day") and by god, they were serving the same rolls! I asked if they had the recipe, and the counterperson said, "Well, the recipe I have makes 700 rolls."
 
In school I used to pretend I hated the school lunch like everyone else. I really loved it, though. In the summertime there would be no lunch. My favorite was the turkey lunch served just before Thanksgiving. (^ω^)
 
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