I work in a junior high lunchroom, and I know damn good and well it doesn't serve vichysoisse or lamb fesenjan. Elsa Carmona, the esteemed principal of Chicago's Little Village Academy, has this idiotic idea (that led to an outright ban) the school's exquisite lunch fare--"breaded chicken (fried in oil, of course), cookies, cheeseburger and potato smiles (again, with the oil!), fruit cup (lots of sugar in that!), brownies, tamale pocket, cheese its (sic), cheese pizza and chips", according to Karen Garcia's article "Cafeteria Food Fight" on Ultimate Foodie--is somehow infinitely more nutrient beneficial than freshly-cut celery sticks and Ezekial bread that came on little Joey's reduced-fat smoked turkey sandwich.
YeeeeeeAH--I'll have a fried "budget shortfall", please.
(By the way, PLEASE read the blog "Fed Up With Lunch"!)
YeeeeeeAH--I'll have a fried "budget shortfall", please.
(By the way, PLEASE read the blog "Fed Up With Lunch"!)
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