In retrospect, I was lucky to have some fairly decent school food as a child. Unlike the poor kids in Harrisonburg, VA, who must deal with extremely questionable color, texture, nutritional value…and spelling…as they strive to become America’s bright future.
Let the image sink in:
Chicken “Fryz,” regular fries, a lard-filed biscuit, and chocolate milk. A complete and balanced meal…if “balanced” means all your favorite saturated fats on one tray.
Don’t get me wrong. I adore fried food (I think I’d willingly bear the gastrointestinal disturbance to try the Cheeseburger Macaroni).
But I could never hope to pack an artery like the school lunches sited on Holy Taco and live to tell about it (I love the food descriptions, too).













