School lunch can be an evocative touch point. For example: Having to chuff down the Salisbury steak cause I wasn't allowed to toss it. But *sniff* Taco Day, and Turkey Dinner day, the dependable scent of sour, gummy pizza and a smile from a lunch lady if you looked for one.
There was a time, too, when a Junior in a black leather jacket careened over two folding tables to tackle a romantic rival - clash of tray against Formica. Big deal for my small school. Mac n' Cheese tasted vital that day.
What do you remember when you close your eyes and imagine your school cafeteria?