Yesterday, @zefrank (my enduring internet crush) posted a question about gross school lunches on Twitter.

My own?

My mom used to pack liverwurst with sliced radishes on rye. Oh yeah baby.

No one would trade anything with me and it made me kind of a lunch pariah. (My mom had and still has no idea how many lunches made it to the trash the minute I arrived at school regardless of starving children in Africa to whom I would have gladly given my sandwiches.)

The only thing trade-worthy in my lunch were the scary sugar free cookies my mom used to make. They had the consistency of hockey pucks are were really popular with the boys in the winter. (Seriously.) All of that wheat germ and brown flour goodness used to fly around the school yard. Could have taken an eye out with those things.

I think I survived public school on carrot sticks and milk.

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