Monday, December 21, 2009

"Best Of" for 2009

Hi, all two of you who are actually blogging this week!

In case you don't know who that is to the left, that is "Rerun" from What's Happening!! (Yes, the title actually contained two exclamation points) a sitcom which aired from 1976-1979.

See, after you get a few years under your belt, you have a reservoir of useless cultural info from which to dip when you want to make obscure references which will leave many of your readers scratching their heads.

Anyway, I'm gonna slide right on out of 2009 by re-running (get it?) some posts which received more comments than usual. I hope you enjoy.

Published 1/8/09






For the two of you out there who send your kids to public school, may I ask, do they tell you strange stories about their lunches? If so, do you believe them?

When I was a kid, I loved school lunches. Especially by the time I hit high school, when, no joke, I not only ate my lunch with whatever dessert was served, but also my friend's dessert and sometimes, my friends', desserts.

Oink.

Tangent: Not only was the food great, but the cafeteria ladies knew your name, or at least acted like they did. They seemed proud to serve up each day's choices and would occasionally share recipes if enough people asked.

I know this is a sweeping generalization, but I maintain that in today's public school cafeterias, much has changed. The workers do not seem "emotionally invested" at all in the lunches, at least in my experience as a middle and high school sub. I've heard it's because they have no choice in what they offer; it is all preplanned, some of it pre-cooked, and sent to the schools to re-heat. It's hard to get excited over re-heating food, I guess. Unless you're me. (Because to me, re-heating is better than cooking, and cereal is best of all.)

Back from tangent: One of the questions I ask my daughter and her friend when I pick them up after school every single day is "What did you have for lunch?" And then I smile to myself because I know entertainment is about to spew forth.

"Mom," she says emphatically, as if "Mom" is a statement, and not an introductory salutation. "Mom."

"Yes?"

"You wouldn't believe what we had today."

"Oh yeah? Was it bad?" I ask, hoping she's about to drop the badness bomb I've come to know and love.

"Here's what we had: apple sauce, a regular apple, a salad, which was really shredded lettuce with half a boiled egg, stuffed bread sticks filled with something like cheese substitute, and spaghetti with water."

"You mean they didn't serve milk today?"

"No, we had milk."

"You said, 'spaghetti with water.'"

"The water was in the spaghetti. The spaghetti was in the water."

"EW. That's terrible!"

"Yeah," adds the friend. "It was like spaghetti soup."

"Ah" I'm thinking, "Now we're cookin' with ... water. This can only get better." I say aloud, "So you had apples and ... apples? What's up with that?"

"I don't know. Maybe kids with braces can only eat applesauce, but it's all runny. And I was still hungry because the fruit and salad didn't fill me up, so I used some change to get Chex Mix."

"Niiiice," I'm thinking. "Junk food on top of spaghetti soup." But I say, "So did that help?"

"No, because I couldn't get the bag open, so I pulled real hard and split the sack and the Chex Mix went everywhere, and I had to clean it up, and then lunch was over."

I'm hoping she didn't have a big test right after that because she was running on apple and lettuce fumes at that point.

That was yesterday. Today her friend said, "Did you see Ethan's spill down the front of him?"

Kristin replied, "Yeah, what happened?"

Friend: "He spilled his turkey tetrazzini."

Me: "How can you 'spill' turkey tetrazzini all down the front of you; I mean, doesn't it just plop?"

Them: "No. It was turkey tetrazzini in water. Water was all in the turkey tetrazzini."

And so it goes. On and on. Day after day. But I wouldn't miss the daily lunch report for anything because I know in two years, it'll all be water under the bridge spaghetti.

Do you have any lunchtime memories? Do your kids have stories?

11 comments:

Quilldancer said...

Oh yeah. I just told my school lunch story to Amoeba yesterday. Maybe it's blog fodder. Oh -- and all that water in the spaghetti & tetrazini is condensation from the reheating.

My ADHD Me said...

They have spaghetti and water at my kids school too. It must be a new recipe.
They also have..
Chicken Nuggets
Steak Nuggets
Corn Dog Nuggets
Hot Dog Nuggets
Chicken Fried Nuggets
and..well, you get the point...

hey Hey hey...that is Re-Run, as opposed to Hey HEy HEY...which is Fat Albert.

Tabi said...

Oh my heavens that is too funny! My kids actually like their school lunches unless it's hamburger day and then they say the patty could be used as a frisbie...fun times!

I hope you have a Merry Christmas!

Keetha Broyles said...

Isn't he also Keenan of "Keenan and Kel?"

See - - - I have a bit of useless information of my own, and often it is also wrong.

Mocha with Linda said...

I'll miss you "live", but it's fun to read the old posts again.

Merry Christmas week, my friend.

Mrs. E said...

I went to school in the days of government commodities. That meant lots of black olives, stewed plums, strange peanut butter, and that tomato bread thing that looked like someone had thrown up on your plate. The black olives fit down an open pipe that held the table up.
B
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I loved our cooks. And their cinnamon rolls, brownies (with powdered sugar-that resulted in a lot of powdered sugar fights- one good puff!),kolachis (?), and peanut butter twists! The best!

Melanie @ This Ain't New York said...

I could hear the opening music with the bouncing basketball as soon as I saw Rerun.

That moment with the Chex Mix is the story of my life. :>)

My worse lunch experience in high school was stepping on a ketchup packet and squirting the legs of my white pants. Lovely.

2nd Cup of Coffee said...

You guys crack me up.

Greg C said...

I actually have two memories. The first one is the time the kids in my class dared me to eat everyone's prunes. I loved prunes so I too the challenge. Needless to say it wasn't a good night for me. The other one is the time I threw up durning lunch. I know I ruined everyone's lunch but what the heck, mine was ruined too. :)

Happy memories of my youth. :)

2nd Cup of Coffee said...

Dude--prunes?

Susanne said...

The only lunch item I remember is fries and gravy with a side of cheezies or sesame snaps. I ate so healthy in those days. I really can't remember what else they cooked.