myrmepropagandistJan 8

It's middle school in the 90s or 80s and it's PIZZA DAY. Yay!

One of the square slices behind the counter has a bubble. The dough has somehow acquired an air pocket. It's huge. The size of a tennis ball.

Everyone is talking about "The Bubble"

How do you feel about the bubble?

Whoever gets the bubble is SO lucky
34.4%
I hope I don't get the bubble, gross!
15.7%
I am so confused what are you talking about
6.5%
PIZZA DAY!
43.4%
Poll ended at .
Show threadllewellyJan 9
@futurebird pizza day? WWTF?? why did I never get pizza at school in the 1980s or 1990s?
Show threadMCDuncanLabJan 9

@llewelly @futurebird

Ok so picture this, there is pizza day, but your parents only let you bring a sack lunch.

(I actually didn’t like pizza, but it was sad for kids who did like pizza and had to eat a sack lunch…I just realized this is probably why me and my misfit of sack lunch eating friends tended to eat anywhere other than the cafeteria)

Show threadmyrmepropagandistJan 9

@MCDuncanLab @llewelly

This surfaced forgotten memories. I was fascinated by the concept of "bagged lunch" begged my mom to let me have a bagged lunch. (I thought it was very exotic like in an anime)

My mom was so confused and annoyed to her "bag lunch" was for "poor kids" and she didn't work in the math mines all day to have her daughter eating out of a paper bag.

Also since she was a math prof she had no time to make a lunch ... and tried to get Dad to do it who was baffled.

Show threadmyrmepropagandistJan 9

@MCDuncanLab @llewelly

It quickly came to: "if you really want to have a bagged lunch you need to make it yourself."

I was excited to try!
It was a disaster!

I think I gave up after a few months. But the strange little plastic containers and boxes I found hung around in the kitchen for years.

Later I was obsessed with a "factory lunch" and using the old lunch pail that belonged to my grandfather when he worked in the mills.

That went a bit better.

Show threadllewellyJan 9
@futurebird @MCDuncanLab
I often made my own sack lunch when I was a child, and in those days my dream sack lunch went something like this: thick slice bread, preferably from the end of the loaf so it's tough, thick slice cheese, thick slice tomato, fried egg, 2nd thick slice cheese, 2nd thick slice bread, again preferably from the end of the loaf, thermos of tomato juice. But I think I only got to make that twice, and ended up leaving out ingredients and substituting practically every time.
Show threadmyrmepropagandistJan 9

@llewelly @MCDuncanLab

That sounds much more responsible. I didn't really have a planning skills to pack a lunch so I'd just... find things in the house, and around the house and put them in the box to figure out later.

Show threadMCDuncanLabJan 9

@futurebird @llewelly

My older sister was a pain in the butt, at one point maybe when she was in 2nd grade she pitched a fit about what my mom made. Mom said fine 2nd graders make their own lunches. When I hit second grade that meant me too.

I ate peanut butter and butter sandwiches every day probably until 6th grade.

We also got a gross red delicious apple, and two chocolate cookies, which my sister was in charge of making, and I did get a milk card.

Show threadJohn GordonJan 9
@MCDuncanLab @futurebird @llewelly Requesting comment from older sister.
Show threadMCDuncanLabJan 9

@jgordon @futurebird @llewelly

Yeah neither her nor my mom are reliable witnesses when recalling which of them caused what family drama.

I’m sure there was an incident probably standard stubborn kid stuff, mom over reacted, sis over reacted and as a consequence my brother and I are making the only sandwiches 2nd graders can make somewhat reliably.

Although it is something of an art to get peanut butter on bread without tearing the bread, as I recall.

Show threadRobynJan 9
@MCDuncanLab
Heh. Without recognizing it as drama my mother happily relates how the "kids make their own lunches" protocol happened in our family. Apparently when my elder sister was 6 she was taken to task for bringing her sandwiches home uneaten for a week. She countered with the sandwiches not being made the way she liked them (maybe it was margarine not butter?) and from that day on lunch making became the kid's job. Including our eldest sister, who was not involved in the exchange at all. When the younger siblings started school we got our lunches made for us for a week. I recall a lot of margarine and marmite sandwiches. On brown bread.
@jgordon @futurebird @llewelly
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@RedRobyn @jgordon @futurebird @llewelly

Dang, your mom and mine were cut from the same cloth.

Jan 9 at 4:23amWeb
Show threadRobynJan 9
@MCDuncanLab
When I became vegetarian at 17 the response was "that's fine I like your cooking" ie she didn't intend to cook meatless meals for me, I'd just unwittingly volunteered to be the family cook.
@jgordon @futurebird @llewelly