If you recall prison movies where one of the prisoners throws his tray of food on the floor and shouts that he and the other inmates won't eat this lousy slop anymore, that's what the food was like. Except us inmates had to eat the horrible chow or face the wrath of the nuns constantly monitoring our eating habits. "You eat that soup...don't be so sloppy...finish what's on your plate." I'd like to have picked up a lunch tray and thrown it on the wall, but the nuns would not have taken that defiance kindly. (smirk)
LOL. Here’s something of interest that your post reminded me of. I read in an article about lobsters, once, that when the Americas were originally settled that there were lobsters everywhere on the east coast. I read that they used to grind them up and use them as fertilizer and they would feed them to prisoners and slave. The eventually stopped when the prisoners threatened to riot if they had to eat one more lobster. Fun little factoid.
A smack with a ruler for you for even thinking of defying the nuns! And another ruler smack for taking me back to those horrible days of parochial school.