What's in a name?
That which we call a breaded pork chopette? By any other name would taste as...adequate.
Would YOU eat a breaded pork chopette? That's the question the students asked themselves this morning. Except for the one who called it a breaded pork chop-it. "What's with these names?" he inquired. Foolishly wasting his breath, which he should have been saving to better ask, upon setting eyes on his tray, "Why are the baked fries looking exactly like tri-tators?"
I don't get it. The school lunch regulations. The same regulations which say students can only have mashed potatoes twice a month apparently say they can have a breaded pork chopette and three potato triangles thicker than a McDonald's hash brown, plus some kind of cookie in a sealed bag like potato chips. And a Pop Tart or six-pack of little chocolate donuts with juice and milk for breakfast.
Their's not to reason why. Their's but to eat and sigh.
I bring my lunch.
Those school cafeterias are always so worried about our nutritional needs. Lots of ketchup (1 squirt = 1 serving of vegetables). Pre-syruped pancakes in a bag. No more of that orange-colored juice as an alternative to milk. No more funnel cakes for breakfast. Desperate times...
ReplyDeleteA pork chopette? You country folk are livin' high on the hog...
Sioux,
ReplyDeleteHey! We still have the orange drink! Plus chocolate milk! And the breaded pork chopette is a new item. I guess our cooks went out back and butchered a hogette.
Uh. I am not a big pork fan, except for bacon or ham. So a pork chopette would not get past my lips.
ReplyDeleteCarol,
ReplyDeleteWell, you are assuming that it was real pork. Ask any kid who eats a school hamburger. They swear that it's not real beef.