Here's how The Pony survived a week at Boys State with his limited food preferences.
"I ate whatever they gave us. For breakfast they had pancakes. Or waffles. Sausage patties and sometimes sticks. They had scrambled eggs quite often. I don't remember anything else."
"Lunch was a hamburger one day. Chicken patty the next. I can't remember the lunches. They just weren't memorable."
"For dinner? One night I could tell it was some kind of chicken. But it didn't have any taste. Everyone agreed it was tasteless chicken. Then I we had turkey, I think. Ham. Most often they had some kind of meat. One night they had...I don't know WHAT it was. Meat, maybe."
"Was it in gravy or something."
"Almost all the meat was in gravy."
"What did you have to drink."
"I didn't know we could get water until Wednesday! It was way off to the side of everything. We always had pitchers of DRINK on our table. That's what it was labeled. It was different every night. Strawberry drink. Grape drink. Orange drink. Fruit punch drink! The grape drink was the best. I got to the table first, and when I saw we were having grape drink, I poured myself a full glass and drank it. Then I poured another full glass and drank it. Then I poured my glass and sat down. They never knew I was drinking it all. We only got two pitchers a night for the whole table."
"So I guess somebody went without drink."
"No, not without. But not everybody got more than one."
Always the problem-solver. My little Pony.