When I was in school, the mothers of the community cared enough about the lunches served that they came to school and organized. These women, my mother among them sat down and made menus. Other mothers shopped, still more mothers cooked once or twice monthly. We had one or two paid cafeteria managers, the rest were mothers who cared enough to volunteer their time. We had incredibly good lunches, like oven fried chicken, meat loaf mashed potatoes and gravy. All of it wwas real food. Children looked forward to the fruit desserts and the seasoned veges. By the 1980s, I was shocked at what they tossed onto a platic tray and called lunch, so I packed theirs. To this day they remember the lunches I prepared. I do it for my grandchildren. You are what you eat. A nice bit of cheese, sliced meat and fruit, a fresh baguette and real butter is all it takes.