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.
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My mom used to put notes in my bag lunches. She would write about how she hoped I was having a fun day, how she had given me a special snack with my lunch, how I should remember to zip up my coat on the way home. She always put a little smiley face at the bottom and wrote that she loved me. It used to give me a warm fuzzy feeling at lunchtime, until I reached the age (around the onset of double digits) when mom stopped being your best friend and started being your biggest embarassment.
I miss those notes. Thanks for reminding me.
once in the second grade, i got a homelunch with a pack of cigerettes and a note that read "cant wait till you come home tonite". my dad got my lunch with a twinkie and a note that read "be a good boy today, pookie". mom was really careful about issuing lunches from that day on.
This brings back a lot of memories, including puking up a milk soaked half-melted cheese and bologna sandwich all over a lunch table.
I also think it's cute that you called it "chicken pop pie" when it's really "chicken POT pie."
I taught second grade. It's common for parents to write notes in lunches. The kids with good relationships with their parents laughed and smiled when they got their notes, shared it with their friends sometimes before putting it away. I saw one kid scowl and throw his away everyday. Kind of broke my heart. You will make great lunches when you're a mom.
Damn you people and your good parents. I ate hot lunch everyday. My dad would leave $10 in a jar each week, $2 each day, I could spend it however I wanted pretty much, but if I went over budget I'd have to starve for a day so I guess it was good in the sense that it taught me some money management skills early on. On 4 day weeks I'd get to pig out one day, make that 2 small cartons of chocolate milk instead of the usual 1 please.