Okay, back to my brace-faced adolescence. I was very skinny. Concave chest skinny. And I don't know how this happened, because the most balanced meal I would eat for lunch was a fun-size bag of Chex Mix. My midday calories came from a vending machine. Or the nook next to the chicken nugget line that was basically a government-subsidized Little Debbie bomb shelter. This is not because my parents were irresponsible. They didn't know that I didn't actually eat lunch.** I simply ate what tasted good to me, which happened to be food loaded with sugar and sodium.
Most people over the age of 17 and under the age of married-with-children don't think much about school lunches. But I do, because I have two relatives who work on the cafeteria battlefield. They're not angry lunch ladies, but rather a very nice school district lunch director and a saintly aid to handicapped children. They have given me reports from the front-lines. And the kids are definitely not eating their government veggies. Especially now that pizza's lost its vegetable status.