I might have been the president of the science club when I was in high school, but I did not eat hot lunch.  I can hear it even now, “Ew, gross, he’s eating hot lunch.”  Meatballs and overcooked spaghetti, oooh and garlic bread—bring it on.  Hot lunch envy. What’s up, though, with those tiny juices?  The nugget of a drink, like a mini box of milk, but it’s got an apple smiling at you.  Ah, portion control.  Well done.  When I’m a mom, I’m going to google good ideas for kids’ lunches.  Carrots?  Pahleeze.