In article 4ax.com>,
Corey Richardson bugmenot.com> wrote:

For my first seven years of school, I was walked home for lunch. My mom
was always there to serve me lunch. I have no idea why, but my sister
who is four years younger, never came home for lunch during school days.
My mom would usually make me a sandwich and a bowl of Campbell's soup.
Sometimes, she would serve me a TV dinner. My mom's not the greatest
cook in the world, but her lunches were good. Lunch had to be quick
because all I had time to do was say hi to my mom, eat, then run back to
school so I would be on time for my next class.

After I started the 8th grade, school was too far to walk home for lunch
(about two miles). I usually walked to/from school though. I usually ate
lunch in the school cafeteria. I went to Wilson for 8th and 9th grades,
then I finished up at Northeast High School in Philadelphia. I graduated
high school in 1980. Both schools had the same lunch menus.

There was a convenience store right across the street from the cafeteria
entrance at Northeast High School. We were not supposed to leave school
grounds, but we would sometimes run across the street and buy junk food
if we didn't like the cafeteria menu or we would eat at a Burger King
that's still across the street. Most times though, I ate whatever the
featured meal was in the cafeteria. Rarely did I buy anything at Burger
King.

Lunch was usually okay. One day it was a hot sandwich item such as two
mini cheese burgers, a meatball sandwich, or a Philly cheesesteak served
with a choice of french fries or macaroni & cheese. Another day it was
french bread pizzas, or lasagna, or pasta with meat sauce. Shepherd's
pie was my favorite. The cafeteria also had a salad station and an area
where you could buy cold sandwiches. There was usually a green
vegetable, but I don't remember what the choices were.

I usually bought my lunch from the cafeteria. I had a friend who was in
at least one of my classes every year from 5th through 12th grade. He
ate the same lunch every day. Never any variation. He would eat two
peanut butter sandwiches on white bread and he would buy two containers
of white milk from the cafeteria ... and he had a 100%% perfect
attendance record. He had to have homemade peanut butter made from fresh
peanuts. He was a fanatic about how he made his peanut butter too; it
had to be slightly chunky and with just the right amount of salt. One
day, he showed me how he made his peanut butter. Not being a fan of
peanut butter, I never tried it.