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John, did you research this one at my Middle School?
Posted by Militant Bibliophile | September 12, 2008 7:23 PM
Posted on September 12, 2008 19:23
HEY MB
Aaaaaaahh....the memories of gagging my way through the gastronomic Ho Chi Mhin trail that was my Killough Middle School cafeteria in Alief, Texas, circa 1977.
Posted by john Cox | September 12, 2008 9:10 PM
Posted on September 12, 2008 21:10
those memories are what's causing your monster nightmares, without a doubt...
Posted by Bart | September 12, 2008 11:35 PM
Posted on September 12, 2008 23:35
"Dang. I thought this was monkey hips & rice day."
Posted by Terwiliger | September 13, 2008 6:52 AM
Posted on September 13, 2008 06:52
Anybody remember The 5 Royales?
Posted by Terwiliger | September 14, 2008 12:49 AM
Posted on September 14, 2008 00:49
HEY T
the 5 royales???? PLEASE, do tell.
Posted by john Cox | September 14, 2008 1:35 AM
Posted on September 14, 2008 01:35
You're kidding, right? They're THE original soul group.
"Monkey Hips and Rice" was one of their tunes (it's what I used to call "my" school's mystery soy, soy stroganoff, salisbury soy, etc.).
While their influence is far-reaching, they're best known for writing "Dedicated to the One I Love". Aw, heck...Just Google 'em.
I sometimes wonder if Otis Day & the Knights (from Animal House) weren't at least partially patterned after them.
Posted by Terwiliger | September 14, 2008 6:05 AM
Posted on September 14, 2008 06:05
Ah Hahhh! "Monkey Hips and Rice". I've learned something too!
Hey what makes this so damn real is the lady's big saggy chest. On every chow line, one of those women would always have some big saggy triple Gs hanging to her waist. Ugggg! I can even smell it; some sort of green snotty looking turkey gravy.
Posted by Cowboy | September 14, 2008 8:12 PM
Posted on September 14, 2008 20:12
Have you ever been to Lunchlady Land?
Posted by Hemi Jindrix | September 15, 2008 7:01 AM
Posted on September 15, 2008 07:01
You haven't tasted a culinary delight until you feast on C-rats eggs and ham. Pardon me while I go barf!
Posted by GarandFan | September 16, 2008 10:45 AM
Posted on September 16, 2008 10:45
Ah, school lunch. Memories of semi-luke warm grilled cheese, almost cold milk, unrecognizable vegetables, mystery meat, and oatmeal/raisin cookies that tasted more like oatmeal/rock cookies.
In spite of it all, we survived, stayed regular, and came back for more.
Posted by Tom Wms. | September 16, 2008 12:37 PM
Posted on September 16, 2008 12:37
The main reason we went back for more is because it was compulsory.
Posted by Rutager | September 17, 2008 6:03 AM
Posted on September 17, 2008 06:03
You're right. I don't know when you went through the school lunch lines, but I did it in the early 60's. The menu was simple and there were very few choices. Sometimes I took my lunch, but we didn't have zip-lock bags to keep things semi-fresh.
Posted by Tom Wms. | September 17, 2008 10:42 AM
Posted on September 17, 2008 10:42
I started in the early 70s, but I meant school more than lunch.
My mom could wrap a sandwich in wax paper so it looked like a Christmas present. She didn't have any problem keeping a sandwich fresh.
I do remember looking at other kids' brown-bag lunches and feeling sorry for them for having mothers who didn't even take the time to figure out how those old "flip and tuck" bags worked.
I had to fold my brown bag neatly, take it home, and re-use it until the bag got ragged or until it got a spot on it. I once had a brown bag last close to a month without ever getting a spot (and more of the spots came from the lunch table than from what my mom put in my lunch).
For a lot of kids, the brown bag was a fall-back when they didn't like the school "menu." I only got the school lunch when they had pizza (and that was only in elementary school when the cafeteria actually cooked the food; after that it was trucked-in "prison food" a la cart'oon, and I brown-bagged all the time).
Posted by Rutager | September 17, 2008 11:45 PM
Posted on September 17, 2008 23:45