Saw this today: Elementary School Cafeteria Goes Vegetarian.
A New York City elementary school cafeteria is one of the first in the nation to go meatless.
Students at P.S. 244 , the Active Learning Elementary School, are being treated to eclectic fare, including black bean and cheese quesadillas, falafel and tofu in an Asian sesame sauce.
“It’s been a really great response from the kids, but they also understand it’s about what is the healthiest option for them,” principal Bob Groff told ABCNews.com. “Because we teach them throughout our curriculum to make healthy choices, they understand what is happening and believe in what we’re doing too.”
Well, in a truly rational world, principal Bob Groff would not be able to talk out of his toothless mouth, anymore, given that he would already have been beaten to a bloody pulp.
All meals have to adhere to USDA standards, he said, making sure students get plenty of nutrients, including protein, for their growing bodies.
He wouldn’t know a nutrient if it knocked his teeth out.
The sort of brain rot infecting the general population nowadays (like this…do take a quick glance) is just the quotidien norm. It’s like everyone is in a mad rush to be demonstrably more stupid, more led by the nose, more conforming, more “team moron” than the next guy.
But it’s a simple thing, easy to understrand. This is about money. It’s all and only about money. It’s combined with the sort of 1984, NewSpeak ignorance where War = Peace, and so bankrupt food conglomerate nutrition = Healthy!!! …Real, fresh, quality food—meat, fish, fowl, vegetable, fruit, nuts—is comparatively far more expensive than the cheap, packaged, multi-year-shelf-life industrial EXCREMENT that Bob Groff is feeding the children of that school.
And the derelict parents are probably lining up to applaud because they get to be as stupid as they want to be.
Guess how this would go over in France? No, really; just guess. And that’s just France. Here, you can see that just about every country on Earth cares far more about the nutrition of children than here is good ol’ Merca, land of the perpetually moronic, a veritable Idiocracy.
Here’s but one quote of many.
This spring I joined the International Exchange Forum on Children, Obesity, Food Choice, and the Environment in France’s Loire Valley, where 16 of us met first with each other, then with our French counterparts working in diet and health, and finally in the lunchrooms of two schools. The school lunches we ate were meals I’d be proud to serve.
At one school, students were served a choice of salads — mâche with smoked duck and fava beans, or mâche with smoked salmon and asparagus — followed by guinea fowl with roasted potatoes and carrots and steamed broccoli. For dessert, there was a choice of ripe, red-throughout strawberries or clafoutis. A pungent washed-rind cheese was offered, along with French bread and water. Yes, the kids took and ate the cheese.
French schoolchildren eat in brightly colored lunchrooms. Lunch hour includes exercise and lasts for two hours.
Our second meal was a little simpler, but then, the kids were younger, too. Children served themselves a butter lettuce salad from a bowl set on the table. The main dish was mashed potatoes with a sauce of ground beef (delicious!). Bread and water again were offered as well as the pungent cheese, and a choice of fresh strawberries or a little pastry.
In addition to the goodness of the food, there were other good things about these school lunches. First of all, they weren’t rushed. About two hours are given for lunch, a portion of which is used for very loud and active exercise. Second, they were civilized. Food was served on heated plates; real silverware and glasses — not plastic — were used; and the lunchrooms were pretty and comfortable for the kids.
I think it’s wonderful for America to be so dreadfully shamed by the French in this regard. There is no other word for it. Hey, Americans: stick your “Freedom Fries” up your pathetic asses. You can’t carry France’s bread, or water. Fact.
“The food is very good, Madame. The meat is 100% French,” the official said, picking up a brochure from her desk. I knew this brochure well, having e-mailed it to friends in the U.S. last year as a this-could-only-happen-in-France conversation piece. It lists in great detail the lunch menu for each school day over a two-month period. On Mondays, the menus are also posted on the wall outside every school in the country. The variety on the menus is astonishing: no single meal is repeated over the 32 school days in the period, and every meal includes an hors d’oeuvre, salad, main course, cheese plate and dessert.
There is more: the final column in the brochure carries the title “Suggestions for the evening.” That, too, changes daily. If your child has eaten turkey, ratatouille and a raspberry-filled crepe for lunch, the city of Paris suggests pasta, green beans and a fruit salad for dinner.
I finally saw the system in action earlier this month. Caught short by a sick nanny, my son, who was accustomed to eating leftovers from the refrigerator, sat in silence with his 25 classmates at tables in the nursery-school cafeteria, while city workers served a leisurely, five-course meal. One day, when I arrived to collect him, a server whispered for me to wait until the dessert course was over. Out in the hall, one of the staff shouted for “total quiet” to a crowd of 4-year-olds awaiting the next lunch seating. “I will now read you today’s menu,” he told them. “First, you will begin with a salad.”
“4-year-olds.” This country is pathetic in this regard, and principals like Bob Groff are too ignorant to even understand the depth of their stupidity (it’s why it’s hard to fix stupid: ignorance gets in the way).
In other news, a mother emails in to let me know that in an annual 5th grade state study project, part of it is the “foods of…” and the kids always look forward to the various regional specialties that get served. Not this year, though. Doesn’t conform to the USDA guidelines for cheap-ass crap, so the kids have to be content with pictures of food.
Oh, well, it’s just another day in “The Land of the Free.”