According to a recent New York Times article, more Americans are growing gardens not necessarily because they enjoy toiling in the dirt, weeds and sun, but because they can no longer afford not to. As prices continue to riseand package sizes shrinkat the grocery store, some, especially in rural areas, are turning to the ways of their ancestors to fill their pantries and freezers.
I remember a few things about school lunches growing up. I remember that, most of the time, I brought lunch from home rather than eating lunch at school. I remember finding notes from my Mom in my lunch, and how much I both enjoyed and was terribly embarrassed by this fact. (That being said, Mom, thanks for the notes – some days, I wish I could open my little lunch cooler at the office and have one waiting for me!)
And, of all the food I remember, I most recall the weird, greasy rectangles of fairly flavorless “pizza” served up by the Fairfax County Public Schools cafeterias. On the rare days that I actually got to buy lunch, I often chose the pepperoni incarnation of this particularly disgusting “treat,” the pepperoni really more like small dots of processed, brightly-colored, well, I have no idea what they were. They were chunks, and they didn’t really taste like normal pepperoni, and, well, that particular lunch cannot have been good for me.