Although I've read the school lunch program has been revamped. The result remain a far cry from the meals served at South Elementary my Alma Mater. And unlike the kids of this generation, we were never allowed to waste our food. A stout lunch lady made sure all courses were consumed before we could dump small remnants in the slop bucket destined for Mr. Garfield's pigs. Everthing was homemade right down to the hamburger buns that looked more like dry dinner rolls, the kind I would make. Still I shall complain no more. Hot lunch saves me at least 8 desperately needed minutes each morning. So until Kira can make, package, and clean up her own sack lunch, freeze dried tater-tots are king.
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Anything to cut yourself a break when your sanity depends on it is what I like to call good parenting.
So shove that mommy guilt out the window and carry on, lady.
LOVE YOU!
You go girl. You make such great meals at home, they can afford to eat mud for lunch. Not that the hot lunches are that bad. Shira ate more hot lunches last year than sack lunches. We do what we got to do. Did you go to school and stalk her???
I love what you write about... and how you write it. I miss Alaska and everyone so much sometimes, and this is my fix :)
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