For approximately 13 glorious years, my mom and I have worked together to create the perfect packed lunch for me. And by worked together I mean she has graciously woken up every morning and prepared a lunch for me, which I then eat during my 30-minute lunch wave at school. I do not think she knows quite how thankful I am that she has taken away the anxiety induced by the Chartwells cafeteria food line.
Getting food from the cafeteria used to be an adventure. In Driscoll, I remember standing in line with my peers, and hoping that Chicken Patties, always a crowd favorite, were being served. One day, while at the long brown lunch table with my first grade class, we all nervously dove into our presumed Chicken Patties, only to realize inside that patty was a delectable mix of some fish and mac and cheese. After making several jokes about feeling nauseous due to the meal we just bit into, I myself got a little over-excited, and stood up seconds later only to throw up in the trash can next to our table. This was the end of me buying lunch.