School dinners. What are your memories?
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I went to Coombe Road primary school in Brighton, the school dinners were horrible, my mum's cooking wasn't much better but she made me have school dinners for some reason.
Some of the dinner ladies at Coombe Road were evil and made us finish food we didn't like.
I have not eaten custard since primary school because of school dinners.
Some of the dinner ladies at Coombe Road were evil and made us finish food we didn't like.
I have not eaten custard since primary school because of school dinners.
Vegas Seagull
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- Jul 10, 2009
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Rhubarb Crumble : Musn't grumble
The Modfather
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Seemed to be banana custard everyday, which has put me off that particular delight for life
dejavuatbtn
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My first infants school in Worcester smelled of carrots.
Mr Bronson
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- Feb 24, 2009
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Liver - I can't touch the stuff now. Mashed potatoes with the ice cream scoop. School dinners at the old St Martins in Brighton were delivered in cylindrical metal containers that must have been used to transport nuclear waste (which was much safer than that liver).
I still remember being guilted into eating the school dinners...."there's starving children in Etheopia......"
Slightly off topic but talking about milk I vividly remember the ammonia smell from the diary at the bottom of Islingwood road. That's a smell you never forget.
I still remember being guilted into eating the school dinners...."there's starving children in Etheopia......"
Slightly off topic but talking about milk I vividly remember the ammonia smell from the diary at the bottom of Islingwood road. That's a smell you never forget.
Superphil
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Cheese Grott.
(c) Steyning a Grammar School (Boarding house) 1977-1984.
(c) Steyning a Grammar School (Boarding house) 1977-1984.
Ernest
Stupid IDIOT
My answer was always 'Give it to them then'
Murray 17
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- Jul 6, 2003
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Would that have been Hove Park? I knew someone who had that exact same meal everyday too!
jakarta
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I did a job in a cheese processing factory in Mid Wales a few years ago - well to be absolutely accurate it was their effluent treatment plant. The smell in there was utterly eye watering and made me remember why cheese pie at Primary School made me gag so much.
No, that was gorilla snot pie - haven't you been paying attention?.............................. cheese pie at Primary School made me gag so much.
fat old seagull
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This was without doubt my very worst nightmare, somehow it appeared to be lilac in hue. Not that I stared at it for long. Tapioca always meant I had to skip pudding as there was never an alternative. Best dinner was Sausage Pie, I wish I had the reciepe.
AlastairWatts
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Horrible plastic table cloths @ Hove College. I can still smell them! Probably still there when it burnt down...
- Aug 7, 2003
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Balfour Primary - Cornflake tart and custard
Varndean Grammar - can't think of anything good
Varndean Grammar - can't think of anything good
Er ...probably tapioca. This was one of my favourite things at school. I still occasionally eat tapioca now
The cheese pie was good and the salads were decent; some of the desserts weren't too bad. The rest was a horror show
Nibble
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Went to boarding school so it was weeks on end / 3 meals a day of school dinners. Breakfast was good, cereal, toast, eggs, bacon etc. could have a fairly passable full English most days (similar to the old BHS canteen). Lunch was okay if you first went to get chips then to the salad bar for pizza and cold baked beans. Dinner was awful, usually casseroles. Most of us used to eff it off and get a sweet dinner from the tuck shop topped up by toast and jam back at house later.
As you can imagine there was a pretty sturdy hierarchy system in place so if you didn't get to the dining hall quick enough you'd basically get pushed to the back of the queue by anyone in a higher year. On some days you were lucky of you got anything of you shared a dining hall with the 6th form. If you tried to protest YOU would be the one getting the punishment.
Grace had to be said before breakfast and dinner, noise had to be kept to a minimum, especially at dinner, if it was too raucous everyone was sent on a run once prep was finished. So most nights were spent with casserole repeating on you as you jogged round a field in the pitch dark.
Worst part of it all was the duty master would take up position by the scraps bin and ensure you weren't throwing away all your lunch. Grim.
As you can imagine there was a pretty sturdy hierarchy system in place so if you didn't get to the dining hall quick enough you'd basically get pushed to the back of the queue by anyone in a higher year. On some days you were lucky of you got anything of you shared a dining hall with the 6th form. If you tried to protest YOU would be the one getting the punishment.
Grace had to be said before breakfast and dinner, noise had to be kept to a minimum, especially at dinner, if it was too raucous everyone was sent on a run once prep was finished. So most nights were spent with casserole repeating on you as you jogged round a field in the pitch dark.
Worst part of it all was the duty master would take up position by the scraps bin and ensure you weren't throwing away all your lunch. Grim.
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gregbrighton
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Liked:
Chicken supreme with rice and fried bread
Cheese flan
Queen of puddings
Butterscotch tart
Manchester tart
Bakewell tart with custard
Christmas lunch
Disliked:
Tapioca
Dairylea triangles and cream crackers
Hot chocolate and an apple (the hot chocolate had a horrible skin on top)
Chicken supreme with rice and fried bread
Cheese flan
Queen of puddings
Butterscotch tart
Manchester tart
Bakewell tart with custard
Christmas lunch
Disliked:
Tapioca
Dairylea triangles and cream crackers
Hot chocolate and an apple (the hot chocolate had a horrible skin on top)
On a Tuesday at St Mary's primary we would always have stewed steak, mash and carrots. The thing was you had to eat your dinner or you got walloped. I couldn't stand any of it so and you could chew the steak all day but would never actually break it down so I used to throw it under the table. I got caught and smacked round the back of the head by Mrs Dear (ironic surname there) and then stood over whilst eating the carrots which I hated then. Anyway I spewed up all over the floor and was then grabbed by the ear and marched off to the toilets before being walloped again.
Wednesday's were worse.
Wednesday's were worse.