The lunch room has it’s very own class system. At the top of the food chain are the kids who bring a duffel bag of food each day, complete with an animal, vegetable, mineral, a bag of potato chips and half a dozen cookies. Second tier would be the hot lunch class. Nice, middle of the road, average eating. Then there’s the lame brown baggers. The kids who get uber healthy, homemade food that is often about as palatable as cardboard.
This year I figured the safest option for Harrison was hot lunch. Now I’m wondering if I should have gone with the cardboard. Check out this week’s article or click on my face to read the whole hot story.