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Topic History of: School meals
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Green Man |
Honey wrote:
Green Man wrote:
Honey wrote:
I was battered for refusing broad beans when I was five, and my mother had to go and have a word.
I was allowed to eat what I wanted after that.
If you are eating, skip this bit.
One of the schools I went to served food that often had something like big chunks of greenish snot on it.
Needless to say, none of us would touch it, but I dont remember anything ever being done about it. Maybe it all sounded too far fetched?
Years later, I met a boy from the school potholing, and the first thing he said was "Do you remember the snot on the dinner?"
I am a more than competent cook, with a very good knowledge of ingredients in both natural and processed food, yet I have never been able to work out what it actually was. 
I am more envious of you going potholing, our school trips were going to castles, reservoirs, zoos and the odd steam train; nothing to wow about.
I hated my mother's sandwiches on school trips. Which were made from low-grade supermarket bread and tomatoes that made the bread soggy over time. My sandwiches were rushed and not made with love. I wanted lamb heart sandwiches which are healthier and taste better than cheap cuts of ham and Edam.
One kid at school at the Elvis sandwich.
I do see a lot of school kids go to Subway, Mcdonalds or any fried chicken shop when it's home time.
I guess kids eat small fast food meals before they go home to their main dinner. I hated having to eat dinner in rows like a prison, then again schools are prisons.
I also wanted Cornish Yarg when it was first introduced in the early 1980s. I did like Muenster which my uncle used to bring over from the States but my parents wouldn't allow me to have that all that.
Sorry, I should have said I met a boy who had also attended Snotschool, WHILE WE were potholing decades later.
Most school trips were a bit dull, like safari parks, zoos and fairgrounds, but all the schools had holidays in Colomendy, which was an activity centre in rural Wales.
We were taught rock climbing, diving and hiking, and given raw cows milk every day.
When we were older we stayed at a lovely Christian retreat. We were spoiled really. 
My parents never paid me to be away like that or trips to Europe, I can't think of anything worse than being away from home to be in Europe with kids you don't like and teachers still taking over your life. I would of liked the hiking though if I was in control and marched the teachers over a cliff, then run off to Gretna Green with Honey afterwards. |
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Honey |
Green Man wrote:
Honey wrote:
I was battered for refusing broad beans when I was five, and my mother had to go and have a word.
I was allowed to eat what I wanted after that.
If you are eating, skip this bit.
One of the schools I went to served food that often had something like big chunks of greenish snot on it.
Needless to say, none of us would touch it, but I dont remember anything ever being done about it. Maybe it all sounded too far fetched?
Years later, I met a boy from the school potholing, and the first thing he said was "Do you remember the snot on the dinner?"
I am a more than competent cook, with a very good knowledge of ingredients in both natural and processed food, yet I have never been able to work out what it actually was.
I am more envious of you going potholing, our school trips were going to castles, reservoirs, zoos and the odd steam train; nothing to wow about.
I hated my mother's sandwiches on school trips. Which were made from low-grade supermarket bread and tomatoes that made the bread soggy over time. My sandwiches were rushed and not made with love. I wanted lamb heart sandwiches which are healthier and taste better than cheap cuts of ham and Edam.
One kid at school at the Elvis sandwich.
I do see a lot of school kids go to Subway, Mcdonalds or any fried chicken shop when it's home time.
I guess kids eat small fast food meals before they go home to their main dinner. I hated having to eat dinner in rows like a prison, then again schools are prisons.
I also wanted Cornish Yarg when it was first introduced in the early 1980s. I did like Muenster which my uncle used to bring over from the States but my parents wouldn't allow me to have that all that.
Sorry, I should have said I met a boy who had also attended Snotschool, WHILE WE were potholing decades later.
Most school trips were a bit dull, like safari parks, zoos and fairgrounds, but all the schools had holidays in Colomendy, which was an activity centre in rural Wales.
We were taught rock climbing, diving and hiking, and given raw cows milk every day.
When we were older we stayed at a lovely Christian retreat. We were spoiled really. |
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Green Man |
Honey wrote:
I was battered for refusing broad beans when I was five, and my mother had to go and have a word.
I was allowed to eat what I wanted after that.
If you are eating, skip this bit.
One of the schools I went to served food that often had something like big chunks of greenish snot on it.
Needless to say, none of us would touch it, but I dont remember anything ever being done about it. Maybe it all sounded too far fetched?
Years later, I met a boy from the school potholing, and the first thing he said was "Do you remember the snot on the dinner?"
I am a more than competent cook, with a very good knowledge of ingredients in both natural and processed food, yet I have never been able to work out what it actually was.
I am more envious of you going potholing, our school trips were going to castles, reservoirs, zoos and the odd steam train; nothing to wow about.
I hated my mother's sandwiches on school trips. Which were made from low-grade supermarket bread and tomatoes that made the bread soggy over time. My sandwiches were rushed and not made with love. I wanted lamb heart sandwiches which are healthier and taste better than cheap cuts of ham and Edam.
One kid at school at the Elvis sandwich.
I do see a lot of school kids go to Subway, Mcdonalds or any fried chicken shop when it's home time.
I guess kids eat small fast food meals before they go home to their main dinner. I hated having to eat dinner in rows like a prison, then again schools are prisons.
I also wanted Cornish Yarg when it was first introduced in the early 1980s. I did like Muenster which my uncle used to bring over from the States but my parents wouldn't allow me to have that all that. |
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Honey |
I was battered for refusing broad beans when I was five, and my mother had to go and have a word.
I was allowed to eat what I wanted after that.
If you are eating, skip this bit.
One of the schools I went to served food that often had something like big chunks of greenish snot on it.
Needless to say, none of us would touch it, but I dont remember anything ever being done about it. Maybe it all sounded too far fetched?
Years later, I met a boy from the school potholing, and the first thing he said was "Do you remember the snot on the dinner?"
I am a more than competent cook, with a very good knowledge of ingredients in both natural and processed food, yet I have never been able to work out what it actually was. |
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Green Man |
hedda wrote:
JK2006 wrote:
I remember being about 8 and refusing to eat Calves Foot Jelly (the texture - still don't like it). School insisted. I refused. Was beaten. Still never ate it.
I often got 6 strokes of the cane by a demented English teacher who used to take a running leap and with a crimson face wacked as hard as possible.
I swear he got some sort perverted enjoyment out of beating young boys for the slightest infraction.
I recall telling my mother after I had left school about that teacher and she said she wished she had known as she would of gone to the school and throttled him.
Mummy's boy. |
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