I really didn't like the school food. Once the principal, who sheriffed the lunch room, came by and noticed that
I hadn't eaten much. There were apricots on my plate. He insisted I eat them. I was just in the first grade and
very fearful of him. I ate them, with him perching over behind me. I ate them and then threw them up. He never
made me eat anything else again.
There were a few good things about elementary school meals. They made the best rolls I have even eaten, and white beans.
At Thanksgiving and Christmas, we had good meals of turkey with a light gravy that was so good with the rolls.
The meals cost 25 cents. After lunch, we could buy different ice cream products.
By high school, the price rose to 50 and then 75 cents. This was the late 60's and early 70's. The food, well, I never
ate at high school. I saved my lunch money for cigarettes. It was weird. Elementary school, they made sure you ate.
High school, we had a freedom that allowed us to do what we wanted to do in that time. Most people ate, but a small
minority sat in the hall around the lunchroom, studying or just chatting. Some of us went out to the smoking area,
a place outside of the building, where they had a contained pit, (I am not explaining it well) that they burnt trash and boxes
etc.. We, smokers, gathered there instead of eating. We were a strange group...rednecks, hippies, homosexuals, nerds, and
who knows whatever label I can't come up with...humanity. We didn't eat food, but consumed a buffet of life.