tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post2488207472830691319..comments2023-10-17T12:05:26.540+01:00Comments on Razor-blade of Life: School DinnersZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-89721347229338606432008-09-15T13:22:00.000+01:002008-09-15T13:22:00.000+01:00We definitely had liver. I think we had kidneys a...We definitely had liver. I think we had kidneys as well. Ew!<BR/><BR/>Wink, my mum remembers it. Scarred her for life. Plus she was a boarder so she had no respite for months at a time. She used to count the days in "dinner worries".Dandelionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12302932867084357713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-51246923857173741642008-09-15T11:54:00.000+01:002008-09-15T11:54:00.000+01:00Does anyone at all (apart from me that is!) rememb...Does anyone at all (apart from me that is!) remember the school food we were given in the 50s? Some perfectly acceptable things, I wouldn't eat for years!Winkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05028862055413495123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-62317762699608362252008-09-15T08:02:00.000+01:002008-09-15T08:02:00.000+01:00Wink said we had liver, but I don't remember it. ...Wink said we had liver, but I don't remember it. Could the Toenail Pie have been badly cored apples? My children had Squashed Baby as a pudding. I really must write about their school, beat mine into a mush for bad food. Chilli? Cinnamon rolls? It's the difference between the 80s and the 60s perhaps (actually, I don't know how old you are, Martina!) and maybe one side of the Atlantic and the other. I like macaroni cheese now but I think school would have made it slimy. Dandelion, you have all my sympathy. I went to a kind school. I'd forgotten the spam (which I didn't mind as it was served simply in slices) with salad; lettuce, tomato and beetroot and salad cream, and the blancmange.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-65264165377622779472008-09-14T22:44:00.000+01:002008-09-14T22:44:00.000+01:00The phrase strikes fear into my heart. I had schoo...The phrase strikes fear into my heart. I had school dinners for the first two or three years of primary school, where there was never any choice, and you never had the option of saying no to anything. You were expected to clear your plate, and you weren't allowed to leave until you'd made a valiant effort. Plus there were some very mean dinner ladies.<BR/><BR/>Most lunchtimes, I was the last to leave the table, having still not touched the food, and often been reduced to tears. Gave me a phobia of institution meals, including airline ones.<BR/><BR/>In addition to the meat and potatoes (our gravy was terribly thin), I remember spam burgers, chicken supreme, and sometimes, they just gave you coleslaw.<BR/><BR/>In an effort to make you eat, you only got the pudding if you'd finished your main course. Invariably, this was not an incentive for me. Spotted dick, semolina, neon blancmange, jam roly-poly. I was so glad when my mother allowed me to take packed lunches.<BR/><BR/>Sorry to go on, but you've hit a nerve.Dandelionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12302932867084357713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-39767010254065021122008-09-14T22:43:00.000+01:002008-09-14T22:43:00.000+01:00I always remember looking forward to school lunche...I always remember looking forward to school lunches, especially the macaroni and cheese. It must also be said that I have had a weight problem since the fifth grade. Also, we were poor.luckyzmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-15823554729038447682008-09-13T19:11:00.000+01:002008-09-13T19:11:00.000+01:00And Sandy - Ooh! I'll hotfoot it over to your pla...And Sandy - Ooh! I'll hotfoot it over to your place.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-30174132948592442122008-09-13T19:06:00.000+01:002008-09-13T19:06:00.000+01:00My sister is here this weekend and I'm consulting ...My sister is here this weekend and I'm consulting her memory - I think this might run to several posts, what with one thing and another.Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-11456424856825258162008-09-13T16:15:00.000+01:002008-09-13T16:15:00.000+01:00My parents always insisted on a bag lunch from hom...My parents always insisted on a bag lunch from home and buying lunch when in high school was a luxury. I do remember that elementary school had chili and cinnamon rolls for Monday lunches. Odd combination but I still remember how big the rolls looked and how lovely the chili smelled (while I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, apple and two cookies).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-69232628786711675272008-09-13T14:32:00.000+01:002008-09-13T14:32:00.000+01:00At my school we used to have 'Toenail Pie'. I neve...At my school we used to have 'Toenail Pie'. I never found out why it was called that. It just was.Gordiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847827252511368862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-13505678481700390632008-09-13T14:15:00.000+01:002008-09-13T14:15:00.000+01:00P.S. there's an award waiting for you at 'my place...P.S. there's an award waiting for you at 'my place'.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-39291534818537691362008-09-13T13:33:00.000+01:002008-09-13T13:33:00.000+01:00Oh, school dinners! From being a very picky pre-sc...Oh, school dinners! From being a very picky pre-schol child I developed into a veritable gannet by the time I went to Junior school and would eat just about anything, including the (tough) liver and bacon and dubious sausages. Puddings were always good, and like you I remember light steamed sponges and an interesting variety of pastries - jam tart topped with cornflakes comes to mind. The worst bit was waiting hungrily for your turn to go and queue. The teachers never seemed able to arrange a fair rota of who went first!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-27366538939702020492008-09-13T11:10:00.000+01:002008-09-13T11:10:00.000+01:00Oh yes, the ice cream scoop for the potato, I'd fo...Oh yes, the ice cream scoop for the potato, I'd forgotten that.<BR/><BR/>The Sage was served up celery soup at his school over and again, because quantities were grown in the school kitchen garden and he won't now touch it. In similar vein, my father wouldn't eat venison (given by the local laird and left to hang until high)Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21602861.post-20187681747293474592008-09-13T10:33:00.000+01:002008-09-13T10:33:00.000+01:00Living close to the school I didn't have these oft...Living close to the school I didn't have these often.<BR/><BR/>But I have on abiding memory of sitting with a bowl of vegetable soup (which, to this today I cannot stand) whilst a teacher stood over me to make sure I finished it.<BR/><BR/>Everyone else moved onto main course, dessert and then left, before she let me leave the table, hungry.<BR/><BR/>But yeah, the puddings were ALWAYS awesome!<BR/><BR/>Random other memories, lumpy mashed potato served with an ice cream scoop, and wallpaper paste-esque macaroni cheese.. yeuch.Gordonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00858316092785787898noreply@blogger.com