My whole primary school life was brown bag and in high school I left the campus every day to eat real food on my own dime.Better that than deal with the lemmings in the cafeteria.
I almost always packed my lunch. Except for that three years (1967-1969) when we lived across the alley from school. Then we went home for lunch. Amazing how Campbell’s Tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich taste good despite being cooked by Mom (who could burn water). But it was home, and it was Mom. I treasure those few years.
We had great lunches at out schools. Made mostly from scratch, by sweet old ladies that were also our neighbors. Always fresh, always tasty, always filling. I guess I was lucky.
That packet of cheese/peanut butter crackers is probably considered “contraband” in a lot of east-coast public schools. Better to be caught with a nickel-bag of pot, probably!
I really can’t remember eating a school lunch - but I know that my Mom would never, ever pack a lunch for me. So I suppose one reason that I was so skinny growing up is that I ate very little during the day. That looks sick to me - and I’ve eaten every thing in it.
I remember going to school for the summer lunch program with my kids (don’t hate me, keeping two residences, thanks to the military, stretched us thin financially) - the chicken lunch was great, the hot dogs was tolerable - everything else bordered on yucky - but the kids had figured out how to make them tolerable - remove some things or load up with condiments.