always love to read those "man-on-the-street" columns in my local newspaper.
It seems that frivolous questions rather than weighty ones inspire far livelier
and intriguing responses. In the same spirit, I collar friends, relatives,
and total strangers to ask them inconsequential questions on culinary matters.
Q: What are your memories of your school cafeteria?
Carmen: The cafeteria at my grade school was great. It was a welcoming place, like home. They served really good hot chocolate. I also remember dishes like turkey, mashed potatoes, and gravy. Mrs. Bonus was the one who prepared the food and served it. It seems all the women serving the food there were like large German matrons.
Jim: My school cafeteria was so ordinary. Painted cinderblock. Linoleum floors. Formica tables. I never actually ate the cafeteria food. I brought a bag lunch. I remember we used to smash our empty milk cartons flat and play hockey with them on the tables.