Living in a Mexican household, when meals were cooked for the family they usually contained tons of tortillas, rice, beans, cheese and meat. After I started to stay after school until 6:00 pm daily I was exposed to more healthy and nutritious food options. During the afterschool program we were fed
You stand in the lunch line waiting to get something to eat. Then you see all of your favorite candy treats are gone! Where did they go? Many schools now are starting to take out the sweet treats from the cafeteria and adding in more healthy foods. As you know, numerous schools sell junk food at lunch.
A little weird but definitely good.” From that Saturday afternoon when my jaw just about hit the floor, to this day, I still grab the ranch bottle when Pizza is on the menu. I follow the same steps as Jenna; pour that little pool of ranch on the side of my plate and dip a corner in before taking a bite. Although I was a bit confused and a little disgusted right away, I learned that ranch and pizza tasted like nothing I had ever tasted. In a good way, that is. This experience taught me that although something may not look good on the outside, it might be one of the best things on the
"Yay..we get omelette today" exclaims another kid. Every single kid lined up to get the lunch. It was finally zero`s turn, the serving lady pours a cup full of porridge into the bowl and throws an omelette on the side of his plate. The porridge was watery, it was as if they just poured the porridge into the boiling water. Also the omelette was paper thin.
The chicken is not even fried, the school receives its frozen and they just put it in the oven. The school should just bring Chick-Fil-A. Second, the students will learn how to be responsible because they will have a choice to eat the fast food. The fast food is a little unhealthy so they would be given the choice to eat the fast food or just eat the healthier food that they serve at the school lunch.
I believe public schools should have lunches that are good and good for you. The reason being that student go to school for about 7 hours. They work hard for the grades they have. It doesn 't seem fair to feed them something that is most often disgusting and bad for them when they try so hard. True, they could bring lunch from home, but what happens if they forget or can make lunch to school.
When I entered middle school, I changed in many different ways. It changed my attitude, who I talked to, and even what I ate. Back in elementary school, I used to bring my lunch to school everyday. I did because the food there was intolerable. Here in middle school, the food is amazing.
Obviously the food is not bad enough to make us gravely sick; however, if they just figured out a way to improve nutrition and quality I wouldn’t have to write this paper. An article in the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine suggests that food service workers, parents, and children become educated on the preparation and consumption of healthy food. Especially if the staff was educated on better preparation of food, meals would be better. The same article also suggests offering more vegan and vegetarian meals for students. In my opinion, as long as those vegetarian meals were in good shape I would definitely eat them instead of what the school has to offer now, and this is coming from a guy who loves a nice big steak over any
Every year on March 17, my mom works from home so a combination of corned beef, cabbage, carrots, onions, and broth can slowly cook in a crock pot all day, the smells fusing into the walls. Later on she makes mashed potatoes and toasts one or two loaves of Irish soda bread. When St. Patrick 's Day is on a school day, I come home, stand in the middle of our living room, and inhale the aromas, letting them fill my heart with comfort. When it is time to eat, my sister and I build sandwiches, stacking nearly everything in between two pieces of soda bread. The sandwiches are so huge that we make a game of seeing who can eat without it collapsing.
I often find myself stuck: between cultures, between disciplines. This is who I am: always straddling two worlds. Culturally, being in the middle is a variety of experiences: awkward, happy and even dark. My first day of kindergarten, I spoke minimal English, and upon entering my classroom, my teacher introduced to me my first task: ordering lunch. I had two choices: pasta or nachos.