#enjoy school cafeteria quality slop

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Notes app magnus for today

[no0dlru]

While OP's post does make a good point, and that is completely taking the piss, please don't think this is how FSM works across the board.

My mum works as a school cook and she works damn hard. It's always bothered me how often people deplore all school dinners as slop, but I want to speak up especially now for how hard school cooks work and how little appreciation they ever get.

In her small team, they have to cook for all the school kids of essential workers, plus every kid eligible for a free school meal across lots of local primary schools. They were already cooking all the meals for at least 3 or 4 other schools pre-covid, but now they're even providing for one on the outskirts of a city 10 miles away - the kitchen and ladies in it are only prepared/paid to work for that 1 school, but they're doing so much labour that they never signed up for. When FSM was extended last summer into policy outside of term time, my mum had to continue working during time she'd usually have off, and though I have massive respect for teachers and TAs, cooks are overlooked despite working in the same high-transmission schools, even having to go in and continue working when every other part is closed and no other staff are in.

There's been a lot of unexpected changes they just have to improvise around and deal with, including snap decisions from the government and the school's individual policies. Ingredients they're getting in are no longer in bulk, so they're having to manually open enough normal-sized cans to include things like beans in meals for hundreds of kids. They're having to hand write labels on every single bag and package each meal. They're cooking full, hearty meals but having to do it in many small batches. They have to consider every kid's dietary requirements.

They're getting complaints from parents about kids not liking the contents, though any parent knows kids can be picky, and the choices are sent out in advance. One parent complained that they'd received a vegetarian lasagne instead of a meat one (the only difference being quorn mince instead of beef), and their kid doesn't like vegetarian lasagne - they've heard the same complaints about cheese, beans and other things, as if they can somehow cook an individual meal for every kid catering to their specific tastes on top of the work they already do. This isn't to say they're uncaring about kids not liking the food they're served - on the contrary it's frustrating to hear you're working as hard as possible but parents expect more.

I eat the same meals (mum often brings home surplus for tea). I've been enjoying her school dinners since I first joined primary school, and I've spent whole days in the kitchens and know those cooks really put their all in to provide good quality meals.

It's not just tepid cafeteria food - it's usually from scratch including things like hundreds of handmade pastries. Their working in a school doesn't discount for the fact they're essentially trained chefs, sometimes with decades of catering experience as well as extensive qualifications (perhaps if they weren't seen so much as Dinner Ladies this would be more respected 😏). They also have to determine weekly menus according to guidelines, order in the stock for it, etc - my mum even comes up with special themed menus for events like world book day and it's honestly the cutest thing.

So, uh, yeah - while food poverty is a very serious problem across the UK and contractors will take the piss at any given opportunity (even at the expense of impoverished hungry children), there is some tremendous work being put in by underappreciated and poorly paid cooks to give children the best meals possible.

Behind every good school meal you're advocating for is an exhausted cook, and I'm so thankful for all the people putting in the work to feed hungry children

[eyesaremosaics]

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I try affirmations, I try exercise, I try listing all my supposed "good" qualities. It just feels empty and meaningless. I force myself to do it, but it doesn't absorb. All this shitty luck is just exacerbating the problem. It is making my suicidal depression ten times worse. I can literally feel the cortisol bubbling inside me. Like a cancer. So creepy. My skin looks aged, I can see the lines forming in my face. I drink to numb out, which of course only makes things worse. Chain smoking, not eating. It's just a mess. Horrible nightmares, making me fearful of sleep. Lack of sleep=deepening depression. Fuck me, I just can't. At the end of my rope here. Trying so hard to change things for the better. There is all this red tape in my way. Money, time, roadblocks. Go to this window, fill out these forms, wait a month to hear back, on hold with elevator music. Fuck. It's like waiting in the cafeteria line for some slop in prison. Trudging along, doing your boring duty, day in and day out. 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