I was saying for the average kid.
When I was in High School I hated their food.
Sloppy Joes. Blech!
You name it, I couldn’t stand the taste of it.
So I brought my own lunch or something Mom made and was leftover. Nothing like cold fried chicken or left over enchilada pie.
I was the oldest of 5. I was never a picky eater and we didn’t need a garbage disposal because I filled that role during my growing years. :-}
Me too. Packed lunches. Yum.