I enjoyed my years of education. During elementary school
and college, I worked hard to earn good grades. In high school, however, I
never allowed classes and their workloads to interfere with my education. Sure,
some parts of the school years weren’t so wonderful, but overall, those years
were good ones. Some of my fondest memories of the time center on school food.
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The food was what I call country cooking. We had some kind
of meat with meals, along with vegetables.
Potatoes were a staple, and so were
greens and peas. Pinto beans and white beans were served up a couple of times
each week. Cornbread also was prepared at times. Back then, we even had fried
okra, something that would have the health department closing down the entire
school these days.
Sometimes students would work up enough courage to walk up
to the counter to ask for seconds. They might get another helping of potatoes
or peas, and if no extra food was available, the cooks handed out slices of white
bread. Kids didn’t leave the lunchroom hungry back then.
In first grade, we had milk break. The cartons contained
lukewarm milk, and some students would pull out snacks from home, usually
saltine crackers smeared with peanut butter. During the afternoon “play
period,” students lined up to buy ice cream. The standards were Fudgesicles,
Brown Cows, Creamsicles, and banana popsicles. Ice cream never tasted better
than after running and playing with classmates.
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Most of my college food was either bologna and cheese
sandwiches or meals that my dear, sweet sister-in-law Brenda prepared. However,
in the mornings, I would travel to the student center on the Tennessee Tech
campus and buy a cup of coffee and two doughnuts with chocolate icing. They
almost dripped with
grease and were still warm. I can still taste them. The
other special treat I savored was a hotdog from a vending machine. It was cold
and wrapped in a thick piece of bread. On top was mustard and relish. I’d tear
away the wrapper and eat the thing just as it was. I couldn’t have been any
more satisfied with a steak.
At some point, school lunches changed. President Reagan
declared ketchup a vegetable for school food. The federal government has stuck
its nose into nutrition and developed lunches that are bland they as tasteless
as the Styrofoam trays on which they are served. Salt is forbidden, as are
desserts. Still, squares of nasty-tasting pizza are offered to kids. Kids throw more food into the garbage than
they eat, and many pack lunches at home. For the prices that school cafeterias
charge, students and teachers should be served meals equal to those offered at
Chili’s or O’Charlie’s.
Perhaps the food that in my mind tasted so good might not
have been that great. To a young child, everything new is “the best.” I gladly
recall those delicious foods that my schools served. They were consumed with
delight and no concern about cholesterol or salt or fat grams. And rarely was
there a scrap to dump into the garbage can.
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