2/24/2009

Marge.



for me, most profound thinking happens over lunch. (sometimes.) (well. today at least.)

as i folded up my napkin very small and stuffed into my juice carton (after i finished the most fantastic cookie of my life! we-alex+me-went upstairs on campus to lunch. that chocolate/white chocolate chip cookie was pure delight. but i believe it gave me some ridiculous heart burn. but, then again, what doesn't??) i caught a little glimpse of my lunchroom-elementary-school past:

the food, let's face it, was much less than desirable. (except on "roll-your-own-taco day" that day was good. real good. chicken nougat day wasn't so bad either. except for that day i swear it was more & more mystery muscle/fat and less & less chicken. that day was bad.) and pretty much the most popular item on the tray was the carton of chocolate milk.

and there was a really really really mean lunch lady.

Marge.

who, in hindsight probably wasn't that mean at all.
she just really really wanted us to finish everything on our tray.
(which was too much to ask of us kids! who actually enjoys potato pearls and fruit cocktail in a can? come on. really.)
but she stuck to her ground, stood next to the garbage can (which was next to the exit, conveniently enough) and checked out the contents of our trays.
if there was too much left on there we were banished back to the lunchroom to finish eating.

all we ever wanted was to make it out that door!

it was during those days that i got rather professional at hiding food under mashed potatoes and spreading it out so it would appear that more was eaten and stuffing it into my empty chocolate milk carton.

and ever since then i have had a bit of a habit.
if i ever have a carton (or a small plastic bottle roughly the size of a carton) i fold things up and put them in it.

not sure if there really is a direct connection. but it seems reasonable enough.

{p.s. congrats Monica + Kristie. + Alex - your lucky day!}

14 comments:

Kim B. said...

mmm... those tots look delicious. Are you going to eat those, or could I have them?

Becca's Blog said...

Geri...I feel your childhood pain. We had a mean lunch lady in my school too. I remember in the first or second grade the lunch lady made me cry because she was so mean about me throwing away some of my food. In fact I think she made me go back and eat the rest. No wonder I'm such a Lard-A now...I was trained since childhood to eat EVERYTHING on my plate! Thanks a lot mean lunch lady, thanks a lot!

KJWilsons said...

...I remember Marge.

So yes, Becky did tell me about the Ikea bowls and I scored myself some at my first visit there ever a few weeks ago.

Thanks for the reply!

Bobbi said...

Poor Marge. I kind of feel sorry for her now. The kids might have been just as mean to her as she seemed to us?? sad

Lauren said...

hahaha...I remember Marge! I remember one time I saw her at her house and she actually talked to me and treated me really nice and then the next day at school she was mean again! I couldn't figure it out!! But I too remember the days of disguising food or waiting until she went to the far table to wipe it down before I made a mad dash to the garbage cans! And I also fold up my paper plates (especially when they have food in them) and stuff them in my cup! Too funny....

Alexandria said...

like i said before, she was a very interesting lady...

p.s. my fingers still hurt from my little incident earlier... hmmm...

p.p.s. mags says the clark building always smells funny... i don't know how i feel about that...

Battfam said...

I thought this was going to be a post about your grandma when I saw the title. She was a nice Marge though.

Audrey said...

I didn't remember Marge til Bobbi reminded me of who she was. I don't think she was our lunch natzie when I was there BUT I do remember a few others! I won't mention any names incase someone reading this blog is related to them somehow.
I also remember my teachers checking our milk cartons.... with a shake shake so shoving food in the carton was not an option for my grade... DANGIT!

Blaine, Hillary & Colton said...

I had completely stripped my memory of Marge until this--geri, what have you done. Now I'll remember her everytime I dump food down the disposal. You make me laugh!

Morgan Coy said...

since we will most likely never run into each other in real life, i'm okay with revealing my little food hiding thing. when i was a kid i despised the purple cabbage my mom always put in our salad. SO i would pick it out when she wasn't looking and {hold on} tuck it into the band of my underwear. I'm not kidding. I had purplish stains around the white Hanes band and she never ever caught on!!! ahhh...to be 9 again. ;)

PS I'm okay with purple cabbage now.

geri said...

dear morgan:
underwear??
i'm laughing out loud.
xo, geri

Lyndsie and Brandon said...

That is so funny. I used to wait till she walked away from the garbage to clean a table off or something, and then I'd make a mad dash for the door. How Sad!! Glad those days are long gone!

Morgan Coy said...

yes geri...my 10/12 Hanes butterfly underwear. What was I thinking???? :D

Monica Johnson said...

Why is it my lucky day?!