People complaining the loudest about school lunches obviously never stood in the cafeteria line at Sanger Ave. Elementary back in 1946. Until you've heard the nasty "Splatt" canned spinach makes in a steel mess tray, you don't know school food.

I still have nightmares featuring the bread slice turned as green as the mold on its crust from the overflowing spinach juice. To this day, the mere sight of a pineapple ring and maraschino cherry atop a piece of "Upside Down" cake still makes me repress a gag reflex and raise the red flag of rebellion.