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The best of the lot was volunteering to do the serving. This meant taking the stuff out on trolleys to each table, and taking the empties back later. For this you got a special table next to the kitchen (for the sitting you weren't working) with as much as you could eat. Magic.
I would have volunteereed to do the serving if that meant I didn't have to eat any of the food. Sadly, this wasn't an option
Then we moved nearer the school, and I could come home and make my own lunch. Ham sandwich and a cup of tea FTW
I forgot that we used to get liver and onion too (it was all dry and tough and made your jaw ache trying to chew it) and prunes and custard (quite a good choice because it gave me a good excuse to skip double maths to spend the afternoon on the loo).
I forgot to list them in my original post. I guess the trauma of eating these dishes meant I'd erased them from my memory - a bit like victims do when they've been involved in a serious car crash, or suffered sexual abuse or something.
At school they used to have these burgers that were oblong shaped and a curious taste and texture. Then a few weeks ago I bought something from the local turkisk shop with some incomprehensible name but a colourful box and they were the same thing.
Brought back memories of school.
Much like when the hot water heater breaks at the clients showers.
I would have volunteereed to do the serving if that meant I didn't have to eat any of the food. Sadly, this wasn't an option
Then we moved nearer the school, and I could come home and make my own lunch. Ham sandwich and a cup of tea FTW
We had a couple of afternoons off a week for sports, but by the sixth form they weren't compulsory; you could use the time to do homework or simply muck around if you wanted. I chose to go home for dinner on those days. Mother always left something to warm up and I could eat listening to the comedy half hour on Radio 4 - Frank Muir, The Navy Lark etc.
PS. Denny's mention of liver and onions reminds me of rather chewy and dry liver, probably overcooked,. It wasn't the best dish of the week, but the gravy and mash were good.
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