School Cafeterias

I saw a freshly killed deer on the side of the road this morning. It made me think about a conversation I had with a 97 year old client, awhile back. Her name is Clara. She is a 4 foot 8 inch dynamo, that still cooks for every community gathering at her Senior Apartments. Clara, used to be a school cafeteria cook. Her story was verified by two other retired school cooks, while they laughed about what she had said to me.
I had stated, at one of my nutrition lessons, that kids really did not know what "home cooked" really meant anymore. At least they could get a well rounded meal at school, from the school cooks. That was IT! Bah, humbug, huffs and snickers.
Clara says; don't you know that everything they serve at school these days, is frozen? Those women should not be called cooks, they just reheat everything or mix water in it and BINGO, you have lunch. It used to be, we would cook everything from scratch. It was cheap and good for them. Mr. (I can't remember his name), the game warden, would bring us a couple of freshly dead deer every school year. We would butcher them and cook up roasts, stews and such. Add some boiled potatoes, carrots and cabbage...you would have many lunches! We made our own desserts, too! Cooks indeed.
I gave no reply, just laughed, I know when a conversation is not winnable.