Post by Lancashire Lass on Nov 20, 2020 9:35:47 GMT
Love them or hate them? I used to love dumplings that were served in a minced beef stew ( I think). I’ve never had them since school though. I hated a dessert that had a pastry bottom, pears covered with a green jelly substance. Do you have school dinner memories?
My first primary school dinner memory, was of Lob Scouse, which they dosed with vinegar! perhaps why I dislike vinegar now. I moved to a smaller primary school and they had lamb chops !!, thought that was posh and my favourite pudding, pastry bottom with jam and cold custard, Manchester Tart I think it was called, or sponge cake with pink icing and custard.
Primary school dinners were great - I even liked the cabbage (my mum tried for years to get me to eat cabbage, but hers was never as good as the school verision - probably because they boiled it for hours there). Senior school, the food was REVOLTING! I can still remember the pig bins where you put your leftovers, luckily we only had to have school dinners for the first year of High School, after that we could take sandwiches (mine were nearly always dairylea cheese in white sliced bread - I used to swap with my friend whose mum always made her lovely sandwiches in granary bread, she thought she was getting the best end of the deal!)
I didn't stay for a school dinner However, I was a dinner lady and were give dinner when all the children were back in class and the kitchen had been cleaned. I loved the chocolate concrete with green custard
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I got threatened by the school cook when I was in the first year at High School .... I was absolutely terrified. There were meant to be 3 options to choose from, this particular day there was spam fritter, liver or steak & kidney pudding (all served with bubble & squeak - which I also hated, it was basically the left over potatoes and cabbage from the day before), I absolutely hated all of those but had no choice but to go with one of them. I sneaked it all into the pig bin and when I went out into the playground one of the nice ladies who patrolled during lunchtime asked me whether I'd had a nice lunch. Naively my friend Liz & I told her we were still hungry because we couldn't eat any of the options available and we thought nothing more of it, until in the middle of the first lesson after lunch when the deputy head came and hauled us out of our lesson, marched us down to the kitchen (where the cook & dinner ladies were tucking into a meal of roast chicken - which had not been offered to the pupils) and said "Mrs Franklin, I understand these girls have not had lunch because there were no options that they would eat, please feed them and send them back to their lessons". No sooner had she left than Mrs Franklin pinned me against the wall and told me she could find out where I lived, and if I ever complained again then she would arrange for me to be dealt with! I was a terrified 11 year old, I could barely swallow the (very nice) roast chicken lunch that was thrown in front of me because I was so scared. That woman should never have worked in a school, she was a bully and the deputy head didn't deal with it effectively either. I still have nightmares about it to be honest, I'm 59 and it is still with me! It was even worse because her niece was in my class - until two terms later when she was expelled for bullying .... she once marched me down the end of the field with a penknife held to my back because I'd tried to stand up for someone else she was threatening, I never reported it needless to say!
OMG Jax! what an awful memory for you, that would be a criminal offense these days, the pair of them
I loved schools dinners, I remember many of the things you all mentioned, apart from Lob scouse, had to google that, it looks like a nice stew I remember the minced beef tart with lashings of gravy and I too loved school cabbage and the two scoops of mash The only thing I remember not liking was when I was at school in Scotland and I was given something called gypsy tart, it made me cry it was so horrible, I had to sit at the table until I ate it.
I remember having custard and fruit and you were given a big round shortcake biscuit on the side, and semolina with a spot of jam
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They were revolting at my senior school, one memorable day was steak pie, I just couldn’t eat it and teacher in charge said I had to eat it before I could leave, my friend decided to sit with me and eventually ate it herself to get me out of trouble, what a sweet girl Susan was 👏👏👏 never had another school dinner after that incident, I went down the crisps or bag of chips route.
Post by Lancashire Lass on Nov 24, 2020 10:28:02 GMT
Jax your story is horrendous. I don’t suppose this woman would be alive now but if we were all younger, I would have encouraged you to report it. Having said that I had an incident at work with a male that I often think I should report but never do.
Jax that is awful. I know that sometimes I feel things have swung too far the other way but in those days teachers and other staff got away with stuff they’d be sacked for today. We were just kids though and we didn’t dare speak up as if it was our word against an adults then the adult would be believed no matter what.
When I was at secondary school we had a creepy careers teacher who only ever talked about prostitutes and strippers. He’d be sacked in a second now but then nobody said a thing.
Jax, that's awful (((((hugs)))) If that happened now, one of the other ladies would step in. Resulting in instant dismissal. School cooks were called Mrs ... By other staff. There must been been put on podiums by everyone
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I absolutely hated school dinners. Everything had a weird texture. I still shudder when I think of mince crumble. I mean fatty mince in gelatinous gravy with a crumble topping served with watery cabbage and lumpy mash...yuk.
On my first day at grammar school we all queued up to go into the canteen. Each table had a prefect at the head and I got separated from my friends and ended up sitting at a table with much older girls. The rule was that the last person at the table went to the hatch and got a tray with all the metal tubs of food and plates for 8 people. I was 4 foot 2 when I started secondary school and skinny but they made me fetch and carry that incredibly (to me) heavy tray. How I managed it I’ll never know but I was so determined not to drop it. I changed to packed lunches after that.