@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)

@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.

@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.

@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.

@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.