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Originally posted by Sioni Sais:
Back in the swingin' sixties we were served a form of pie consisting of a soggy, dough base, with a tomato and cheese topping. The base was tasteless but the topping was evil.

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Oh my, cheese pie. Thanks a bunch (not) for bringing back memories of my worst school nightmare. Once the duty dinner lady sat opposite me and told me I MUST eat it. I gagged several times, at which point she started to look really worried, began to look really sickly herself, and hurriedly told me not to worry and to get the hell outside as fast as possible!

Another memory of the 1960s was of the giant catering tins of spam (had that meat ever seen a real animal?). But our semolina must have been of superior quality, because it was delicious and I loved it. Of course, I should have become an expert negotiator - I'll eat your semolina if you eat my cheese pie.....

In order not to put you off your mid-morning morsel, I won't quote the poem in full, but there was a revolting rhyme going around our school playground at the time which began like this:

Semolina pudding and green snot pie,
All mixed together with a dead man's eye...
 

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Posted by Nanny Ogg (# 1176) on :
 
Having moved around Britain a lot when I was young I sampled a variety of school dinners served in either wonderful canteens or places rats would pack their bags.

A primary school in the latter category served the worst meals and no choice of menu. I now cannot eat liver (or any offal) because the small and texture of it makes me want to throw up. To make it worse liver & onion (with lumpy mash and white cabbage) would be on the menu whenever the headmaster give a warning about leaving food on your plate which would be punishable and put the fear of God into me

It was on those days with a plate of brown & white smelly goo that I would throw up over the person trying to make me eat it.

What made it worse was the fact that the school canteen was also our class room so the smell from the kitchen would be overpowering.

My favourite school dinners were the roasts - especially at my last grammar school. We would even queue for seconds The favourite desert was chocolate pudding with chocolate custard.

If you were unlucky to have your class scheduled for the end of the dining queue they often ran out of food on the menu so you were given spam & lumpy white mash
 

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Posted by Boogie (# 13538) on :
 
I was a rice pudding and custard skin eater. I liked it, but I liked the 'eeeew' reactions from my friends even better.
 

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Posted by Amanda B. Reckondwythe (# 5521) on :
 
Salisbury Steak made a regular appearance and was actually quite tasty.

Chicken a la King also featured prominently but was universally despised.

"Hearts of Lettuce, Russian Dressing" was a nice salad dish, even though the Russian dressing was mayonnaise and ketchup mixed together (something I still do at home).

One day they served a dessert that looked like baby poop (yellow in color). No one ate it -- every tray returned to the kitchen with it firmly in place. I actually overheard one of the cafeteria ladies say, "This is awful stuff to serve."
 

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Posted by Ariel (# 58) on :
 
Picture the scene as young Ariel approaches the dinner supervisor with a bowl containing 3 pieces of ravioli and utters the fatal words, "Please Missus, can I have some more?"

When the supervisor had recovered from the shock she said that each child was entitled to only 1 portion, the portion being defined by whatever amount had been scooped up in the ladle at the time.

To be fair, they were usually a bit more generous and the food was mostly edible, but the rule about portions was inflexible. They also had a habit of serving out the pudding into dishes as it came - if the only bowl left contained a piece of pie that was mostly pie crust in broken pieces with virtually no filling, your choice was either to take it or leave it, they wouldn't put any more out until you did. Consequently at any table there was usually someone offering to trade a surplus of something.
 

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Posted by Eigon (# 4917) on :
 
Chorister - cheese pie was my worst school nightmare too! You could smell it all over the school during the morning, and there was no choice of menu in those days, so you knew that the dinner was going to be inedible.
We also had the rule about clearing your plate, after one girl fainted because she only had an orange all day, though there were big buckets at the front for the leavings, which were for pig food (this was in urban Manchester, where most of the kids had never seen a pig, so I have no idea where they took it).
In my last year, we had one Muslim girl in the school. One day she was sitting on the same table as me when the meal was mystery meat with mash and some sort of vegetable. We worked out that the meat was probably sausage wrapped in bacon. She looked at it in horror and said: "Don't tell me dad!" - but she had to eat it.
 

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Posted by WhateverTheySay (# 16598) on :
 
I hated school dinners.

Anything with fish in it, semolina or any of the stuff that is similar, or cheesecake = !

I actually like cheesecake now though.

Chips weren't too bad. And I didn't mind the lasagne at high school. Thankfully at high school we had a salad option, but they always had a go at me for ordering only a small amount.
 

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Posted by Zacchaeus (# 14454) on :
 
Chorister, I am no going nuts trying to remember the rest of that rhyme, only in my school we mixed everything up with a dead dogs eye..

Amanda B. I'm sure I should know what Salisbury steak it but I can't remember.

My primary school dinners were revolting, there were no kitchens on site and they were brought in and were stale and soggy after spending hours in containers, and we were forced to eat them..

My secondary school dinners, I actually liked by and large. Though there were a few revolting things like green snot pie, semolina and the worst of all frog spawn, and the strange stewed, sliced meat that had a green phosphorescent sheen all over it..


We used to love Manchester tart, but we never had anything that resembled a pizza soggy or not.
 

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Posted by Bene Gesserit (# 14718) on :
 
Plaice. Without doubt, school-cooked plaice at my Norfolk school was an abomination. I have only ever eaten plaice once since leaving school, at a small hotel in the early '80s - it was a case of take it or leave it as there was no choice on the menu.

Best school food ever? Pears in chocolate sauce. I used to love that!
 

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Posted by busyknitter (# 2501) on :
 
Spam Fritters anyone?
 

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Posted by Firenze (# 619) on :
 
I took school dinners in early primary, and thereafter lived near enough home. Until 3rd year secondary, when we moved house. Two days of the dinners, and I decided I'd rather spend 40 minutes of my dinner hour walking to and fro than eat another.
 

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Posted by Amanda B. Reckondwythe (# 5521) on :
 

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Amanda B. I'm sure I should know what Salisbury steak it but I can't remember.

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Was anyone else presented with a meat substitute called TVP? You could tell it would be gross before you saw it on the plate.

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Originally posted by North East Quine:
My son's school had had a school dinner problem and asked a few mums to taste and comment before they tried giving it to the kids. It was deep-fried ice-cream, but they'd deep-fried it in the same deep-fat-frier they'd used for fish the day before. So the pudding smelt of fish, but tasted of coconut. Truly revolting. We confirmed it was inedible and couldn't be served up.

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Originally posted by Emma Louise:
My school dinners were really good. When I went back to teach many years later most of the staff had them.

However I used to eat at Wycliffe a lot and they did once serve pigs trotters...

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Ah Hall of Residence food, its own nadir. It was generally held when I was at University that the hall of residence had the best food on campus. Not quite sure therefore what the rest were like. We were served cream of barley soup, onions boiled to within an inch of their lives in a white sauce and for dinner each day according to a friend we had "cheese thing" (she was deaf could not hear what the staff were saying so ordered the option she knew was there, she did not like cheese).

Jengie
 

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Posted by Emma Louise (# 3571) on :
 
Ah yes, the "things". We had a pink thing for pudding sometimes that presumably was some sort of solid milk-jelly.

And we regularly had carbs with carb - most memorable being lasagne with garlic bread and jacket potatoes....
 

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Posted by Firenze (# 619) on :
 
Halls of residence I also avoided, bar a postgrad fieldwork placement. I will never forget, and dear knows I've tried, a breakfast of a pallid, yellowish square sitting wetly beside a slug-like tinned tomato.
 

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Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on :
 
The worst was definitely liver.

The trouble at my primary school was the meals were not cooked on site. They were cooked at another school with a bigger kitchen then brought to ours.

Consequently by time it got to us the liver had been kept hot for about three hours.
 

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Posted by North East Quine (# 13049) on :
 
Originally posted by Emma Louise:

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Ah yes, the "things". We had a pink thing for pudding sometimes that presumably was some sort of solid milk-jelly.

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My school dinners were really good. When I went back to teach many years later most of the staff had them.

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If school staff and those at the education departments had to eat the meals that would ensure decent school meals.
 

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Posted by Penny S (# 14768) on :
 
When I started at one junior school, we shared part of the site with a secondary school which had the kitchen, and a very good cook. I taught in the building with the kitchen, from which lovely smells wafted through the morning. Once a year, cook took the kitchen staff to the local pick-your-own farm and made strawberry gateaux.

Meanwhile, our children were fed from cans brought from the other side of town with gristle stew and overcooked outer leaves of cabbage. (I wonder if the hearts were kept for their superior caste children.)

Eventually, we acquired the whole building, the kitchen and the cook. Wonderful. Until outsourcing to the cheapest tendering private companies removed the skills and the use of fresh raw materials and filled the freezer with peculiar processed stuff.

Better again now, post Jamie.

In my youth, sluggy or caterpillary lettuce was worst.
 

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Posted by Zacchaeus (# 14454) on :
 

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Amanda B. I'm sure I should know what Salisbury steak it but I can't remember.

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Looks like what my nother used to call a rissole..
 

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Posted by Niminypiminy (# 15489) on :
 
Worst savoury: cold pilchards in tomato sauce
Best savoury: boiled salt beef and pease pudding (East London school)

Worst sweet: tapioca pudding (aka frogspawn)
Best sweet: chocolate sponge and chocolate custard

Most embarrassing school dinner admission: my younger son told me 'Mum, the chicken and rice we have at school is much better than anything you cook'
 

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Posted by ken (# 2460) on :
 
Worst school meals: the ones they gave us at our primary school

Best school meals: the ones we didn't eat because we went home for lunch. Though even nothing at all would have been an improvement - school dinners were a net negative so eating nothing was preferable.

Worst individual food item: so-called "custard"

Best individual food-item: jelly - but only on the days they ran out of "custard" so they couldn't put any on. (You weren't allowed to refuse what they gave you you were meant to be grateful, the nicer dinner-ladies might put a smaller portion on if they liked you)

One day there was some ice-cream. They apologised for not having the custard. I thought that was funny. What could be beeter than jelly and ice cream? What could be worse than school custard?

The "afters" in general were nasty. Rice pudding was sort of unpleasant but not utterly horrible. There was always rose hip syrup with it which was a bit sickly but actually tasted nice.

There was a kind of steamed spongy pudding which was edible if you could avoid having "custard" poured over it, and was improved by quite large amounts of salt.

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Favourite was fish fingers. Even West Sussex school meals service couldn't screw them up.

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Spam Fritters anyone?

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Originally posted by Cottontail:
The two courses would be placed on the tables before we arrived, which the 'table moniter' would then dish out.

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Worst individual food item: so-called "custard"

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My school dinners were really good. When I went back to teach many years later most of the staff had them.

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If school staff and those at the education departments had to eat the meals that would ensure decent school meals.

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Originally posted by Og, King of Bashan:
I have had pretty good luck with school food. The most anticipated day at our cafeteria was chicken patty day- basically deep fried white meat patty.

The one cafeteria classic that makes me queasy just thinking about it is the corn dog- a hot dog on a wooden stick, dipped in corn meal batter and fried. I don't get why some people love these things. I love hot dogs, I love corn bread, but something about the combination, especially when I think about someone eating it with cafeteria grade yellow mustard, just sets my stomach on edge.

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Ah, but you've never had hot dogs from North Carolina, have you? If you ever had one of those foul things, you'd be singing the praises of corn dogs, which I admit are pretty disgusting. After my mother died and I had to move from Pennsylvania to North Carolina and go to public school, I encountered truly vile school lunches. The first time I laid eyes on a brightly dyed hot dog, my first instinct was to vomit and then run away. These hot dogs were so creepy! They resembled no hot dog I had seen before or thankfully, since. It was a very poor elementary school I landed in and the stuff they served for lunch just barely qualified as edible. After seeing the horror-show hot dogs and the nauseating puddle of dog sick they called beef stew, I brought my lunch.
 

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Posted by Eigon (# 4917) on :
 
Sometimes I get the chance to dress up as a Viking and go into schools to demonstrate spinning and weaving to eight year olds, which is huge fun.
We normally have lunch with the children, and often the food is quite good - but it is worrying that children often don't know what they're eating, but don't seem concerned.
As a Viking, I ask them what the potatoes are, (and sometimes they demonstrate how to use a fork - which is like a spoon to shovel stuff up, apparently), but we've also had horror when we've told them that there are dead cows in their beef pie, for instance.
 

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Posted by LutheranChik (# 9826) on :
 
In the States university dorm food is usually much better than the school food back home, and is usually served cafeteria style, with a variety of menu choices.

My own dorm had the added benefit of being next door to the university test kitchen, so we would regularly get to sample the creations of the food science/culinary arts students who came up with recipes there. They were usually quite good for institutional food. And since we had a huge agricultural college (this was MSU, by the way), I suspect that assorted university livestock and produce wound up in the dorm cafeterias.

Favorite foods in my dorm included the university-made granola, which I sometimes still crave, and for some reason the Maurice salad, which was served in a huge bowl at the end of the salad bar and contained greens, strips of Swiss cheese, ham and turkey and was dressed with a mildly herb-y cream dressing. I really can't think of anything totally awful, except maybe for the overcooked slivers of roast lamb that were occasionally offered as an entree choice. Being a small-town kid from a white-bread part of the state, I always liked International Week, when we'd get passing facsimiles of various cuisines as meal alternatives; that and Passover, when I could enjoy matzoth and haroset.
 

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Posted by North East Quine (# 13049) on :
 
Confession - my daughter has inherited her mother's love of stodgy school dinner puddings with custard. In primary school she discovered that if she told the dinner ladies horror stories about my cooking, they gave her extra pudding.

"It was" (puppy dog eyes) "ratatouille last night, and the aubergines were organic" she would say, pathetically, and the dinner ladies would shake their heads and ladle on extra custard.

Village life being what it is, I would then hear these tales of my Great Culinary Disasters, as they circulated back to me. "I hear you've been experimenting with organic chick-peas" the dinner lady would say. "I hear it didn't turn out well. Never mind. We made sure she got a good dinner."

The dinner ladies got entertainment, and my daughter got extra pudding - all I got was
 

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Posted by Lyda*Rose (# 4544) on :
 
Paddy O'Furniture:

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I had my first pizza in first grade and it was a greasy, gloppy mess. I don't know what cheese the cooks put on the pizza, but it wasn't any recognizable cheese I had ever tasted.

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Amen, sister.

The weird thing was that most of the other kids loved pizza days. I think the word "pizza" had them mesmerized. Ours were just as bad as yours. Personally, I mostly brown-bagged. Lots of bolognie, peanut butter, and olive loaf sandwiches, with potato chips, an apple, and a few store bought cookies. My lucky lunch days were when the planets conjoined and Mom decided she couldn't make the bag lunch and the cafeteria served fried chicken, potatoes and gravy, green beans, with an ice cream bar for dessert. This was in elementary school.

Middle school was where you could choose between dry hamburgers, grilled cheese sandwiches with artificial cheese, and whatever mystery meat concoction that was on offer. But what made it all worth it was that our school cooks made the most amazing, large, chewy cookies! Chocolate chip, peanut butter, snicker-doodles, and the epitome: ginger molasses cookies- oh man!
 

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Posted by Lamb Chopped (# 5528) on :
 

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Confession - my daughter has inherited her mother's love of stodgy school dinner puddings with custard. In primary school she discovered that if she told the dinner ladies horror stories about my cooking, they gave her extra pudding.

"It was" (puppy dog eyes) "ratatouille last night, and the aubergines were organic" she would say, pathetically, and the dinner ladies would shake their heads and ladle on extra custard.

Village life being what it is, I would then hear these tales of my Great Culinary Disasters, as they circulated back to me. "I hear you've been experimenting with organic chick-peas" the dinner lady would say. "I hear it didn't turn out well. Never mind. We made sure she got a good dinner."

The dinner ladies got entertainment, and my daughter got extra pudding - all I got was

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Posted by bib (# 13074) on :
 
At least you got school dinners. I always took lunch packed by my mother who always used stale bread for sandwiches as she believed that fresh bread was bad for you. Also,the sandwiches were nearly always filled with smelly substances such as sardines or egg.
 

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Posted by Palimpsest (# 16772) on :
 

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Was anyone else presented with a meat substitute called TVP? You could tell it would be gross before you saw it on the plate.

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Texturized vegetable protein.

1970's while at a boarding school. There is also TSP which is specifically soya.

Both are (hopefully 'were', are they still around?) grey, light and require water added. They also result in, to say delicately, disordered digestion.

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Originally posted by Sighthound:
I went to school in Manchester, and our school meals were vile. Absolutely vile. The meat was more fat than meat, but the 'crowning glory' was the boiled potatoes. Never before or since have I tasted anything like them. It was such a disgusting taste it literally made me gag, and for years and years at home I would not have boiled potatoes (because just the memory of the school ones made me want to vomit) and insisted on chips. It took years of gentle persuasion by my wife before I was able to eat them again!

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Originally posted by Sighthound:
I went to school in Manchester, and our school meals were vile. Absolutely vile. The meat was more fat than meat, but the 'crowning glory' was the boiled potatoes. Never before or since have I tasted anything like them. It was such a disgusting taste it literally made me gag, and for years and years at home I would not have boiled potatoes (because just the memory of the school ones made me want to vomit) and insisted on chips. It took years of gentle persuasion by my wife before I was able to eat them again!

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I hated mash when I was at school. That made me gag. It took a long time to be able to eat it even when I knew what went into it, but I love it now.

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For all too many, schools do with food what they do with literature and, TBH, a good deal else besides. Despites the efforts of most teachers it's all so bloody utilitarian: the food is fuel and the study material the same: a lumpen body to enable you to survive until 5 pm or pass exams as the case may be.

Victims of school food, just as those of school-taught Thomas Hardy need decades of rehabilitation before they can look at potatoes, offal and Jude the Obscure without gagging.
 

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Posted by Enigma (# 16158) on :
 
When I was very young - about 6, we used to live not very far from my school. I went home for lunch every day. Walked home, mind you, by myself, how times have changed! I nagged my mother to let me have school dinners because some of my friends always did and I felt left out.

Apparently there was a day when she relented and agreed that I could stay in school for dinner. On that fateful day my mother was busying herself about the house when who should appear at the door lunchtime but......me!

When I was asked why I had come home instead of staying to lunch it is reported that I burst into tears and said, 'I forgot!'

When we moved, school was further away so I couldn't get home for lunch any more.

I must say, though, that there were times in the years that followed when I wish I had forgotten to stay more often. Especially when liver was on the menu! For many years I thought it was supposed to be grey with the texture of cardboard.
 

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Posted by leo (# 1458) on :
 
When I was 5, a teacher forced me to eat prunes and custard. Shortly afterwards, I vomited it all over her. Serves her right.
 

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Posted by Eigon (# 4917) on :
 
I didn't mind the mash. At least you could hide other stuff under it.
The black and over ripe bananas, however....
 

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Posted by Jahlove (# 10290) on :
 
anyone remember Snot'n'Bogie Pie? Pastry-lined dish filled with sage and onion stuffing? You got gravy and veg with it.
 

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anyone remember Snot'n'Bogie Pie? Pastry-lined dish filled with sage and onion stuffing? You got gravy and veg with it.

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Posted by Anna B (# 1439) on :
 
The food at my college was a selling point. Barbecues on the school green. A salad bar. Ice-cream sundaes. Taco bars. Sunday brunches with waffles, pancakes, ham, sausage, eggs, a place to juice oranges, and make-your-own-omelet stations. Two kinds of soup every night, one of which, on Fridays, was always matzo-ball. Delectable vegetarian lasagne. Cookies baked on-site. Holidays scrupulously observed with special dishes, and during exam time one could pretty much spend as much time in the dining halls as one pleased.

No wonder we all gained the "freshman fifteen" and then some.

My husband, on the other hand, is a survivor of his college's DFS---Daily Food Services, a.k.a. Dis Food Sucks.
 

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Posted by justlooking (# 12079) on :
 
I thought there wasn't a single thing I could designate as 'best' with school dinners but I'd forgotten about apple crumble. Officially made of two layers the school dinner version had three layers; apple at the bottom, crispy crumble on the top and in the middle a thick layer where the apple juices had merged into the crumble to produce a slightly chewy texture. School dinner custard is the perfect topping for this.
 

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Posted by Eigon (# 4917) on :
 
We had several cafes on our university campus. One of them (which actually served quite good, basic, bacon and eggs type meals) was universally known as The Greasepit. While I was there, the university management decided to change the names of all the cafes to make them sound more appealing, and put up a new list - which inevitably got changed, back to The Greasepit.
 

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Posted by Ian M (# 79) on :
 
At primary school, I have no idea what they did to the roast potatoes but them and wafer thin dry roast beef massacred the concept of a roast dinner...

Still wouldn't say no to a good chunk of chocolate sponge and chocolate custard.

Best ever was a prefects' dinner where (the school being in Wales) to celebrate St David's Day we had Welsh-everything, including deep fried daffodil flowers.

Been dining out on that one (figuratively) ever since.
 

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Posted by Zappa (# 8433) on :
 
The worst - I was at a prep school - was the slab of deep fried bread in a sort of puffy batter that floated on a pile of luke-warm creamed corn (vaguely resembling vomit, which it nearly became. I would wretch as I ate it). To fail to eat it was a punishable offence.

That said the lumpty water-made porridge, sometimes burnt, was vomitous, too.

The best? At the secondary school, once a term, we had a roast pork dinner, a thank-you from the pig farm to whom our scraps went day by day. The crackling was to die for. OMG it was a good dinner.
 

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Posted by Yangtze (# 4965) on :
 
At my second primary school we used to have amazing chocolate sponges with chocolate custard. Yum. And I liked the salads which had grated cheese which you could mix with the salad cream.

(And leftovers went in the pig bin.)

Vilest were the house lunches at my incredibly expensive public (that's private to you Yanks) school. Have no clue how they made them so bad but I basically spent two years eating nothing but plain boiled potatoes for lunch every other day. Sheesh, no wonder I was skinny at 18.
 

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Posted by Pine Marten (# 11068) on :
 
Eurgh, I started reading this thread but only got about a third of the way down the first page before I started to feel

Fortunately my primary school was only a few minutes' walk away, so I went home for dinner, and I had school dinners for only one year at my secondary school, which was also near enough to walk to. I remember the taste still of a lump of fatty meat that I had to eat - I still can't eat fat - but I recall fondly the lovely spotted dick & custard...mmmmm. Rice pudding with a dollop of jam in the middle was good, too.
 

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Posted by Campbellite (# 1202) on :
 
The food service at my college was not universally vile, but the most memorable was the night the menu consisted of "brown". Brown what, we were not entirely sure, but everything was deep-fried and or breaded.

One of the few times that even that dreck sold at McD's seemed appealing.
 

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Posted by LutheranChik (# 9826) on :
 
Speaking of monochromatic lunches, I remember "white meals" -- combinations like stringy chicken and gravy over mashed potatoes with a side of lima beans and vanilla pudding for dessert. All out of a can, too.
 

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Posted by PeteC (# 10422) on :
 

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The food service at my college was not universally vile, but the most memorable was the night the menu consisted of "brown". Brown what, we were not entirely sure, but everything was deep-fried and or breaded.

One of the few times that even that dreck sold at McD's seemed appealing.

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That reminds me of the night they served what looked like large meatballs, with onion. It looked good and so a lot of us in the line had it.

It was chopped liver balls!

Shortly after the largest food fight in residence occurred. Never saw chopped liver again.



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Posted by Latchkey Kid (# 12444) on :
 
I remember a college dinner that was advertised as lamb being so tough that, without thinking, I blurted out "It isn't lamb. It's mutton dressed up as lamb!"
 

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Posted by Zappa (# 8433) on :
 

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Speaking of monochromatic lunches, I remember "white meals" -- combinations like stringy chicken and gravy over mashed potatoes with a side of lima beans and vanilla pudding for dessert. All out of a can, too.

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Speaking of monochromatic lunches, I remember "white meals" -- combinations like stringy chicken and gravy over mashed potatoes with a side of lima beans and vanilla pudding for dessert. All out of a can, too.

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Cleared inspired by Erik Satie, who for many years only wore black clothes and ate white food. I'll spare you the details but there are Hollywood wannabes with better diets.
 

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Posted by Bob Two-Owls (# 9680) on :
 
I started school in the early 70s so I was just glad to get a meal at school, sometimes it was the only meal of the day. Having said that, we did get steak and chips for the Silver Jubilee. My "steak" was the size of a matchbox and had so many pipes it looked like some kind of plumbing junction box. I arranged some chip "keys" in front of it and pretended to play Bach's Toccata & Fugue in D minor which earned me a standing ovation and an appointment with the strap.

Apart from that school dinners were OK by 70s standards. When I got to secondary school I took sandwiches.
 

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Posted by jedijudy (# 333) on :
 
We would often trade our various dislikes for food we could tolerate. Or we just gave it away. I would get the canned plums and spinach.

Once we were given little dishes of what looked like slightly smaller than usual plums. As usual, most of my table mates gave me theirs. Then I bit into one. And gagged. It was a huge black olive, and I really, really dislike all olives.

Got in trouble for gagging. We had a very mean old substitute teacher that day, (actually a distant relative of mine) and she yelled at me and took off citizenship points. (Do they even count citizenship anymore?)

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[ 16. July 2012, 18:55: Message edited by: jedijudy ]
 

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