Media, formal and social, is all in a lather today over a blog (called http://neverseconds.blogspot.co.uk/ ) by a 9 year old girl who has been taking pictures of her school dinners and rating them. Irrespective of the sheer ingenuity of this child, and how much her dad may have been involved, it’s the fact a child has been so moved by her school dinners that she’s been blogging about it.
My daughter started school last September and the school dinners have already been a bit of an issue. She is a fussy eater to be fair, but really some of the food served up at her school I certainly wouldn’t touch. Yes they do seem to be more nutritionally balanced with some healthier options than when I was at primary school, some 25-30 years ago, but I was still surprised to discover thing like cake on the menu for pudding 4 out of 5 days a week. They also still serve pizza with chips and copious amounts of bread and butter. In fact, in one meal my daughter reported she ate pitta bread, bread and butter, pizza and chips followed by ice -cream. So for children who have this kind of stuff at home as well the outlook for their health and waistlines just isn’t great. I know it must be hard to provide healthy food for such little money, but there are loads of alternatives to different types of sponge cake and there doesn’t need to be chips with every meal surely? Pizza is carbs and protein all in one. Aside from the unhealthy nature of the food, it’s just a bit “yucky” (that’s the most polite term I’ve heard it described as). I remember pleading with my mum for packed lunches, which I wasn’t allowed until I could make my own (cue the violins). My daughter has already started pleading with me for the same. I just prefer it that she has a proper meal in the middle of the day, plus she’s in a school that provides free school meals so feel with should really make the most of anything we get back from the council.
I’m wondering if pupil power is the way forward now? Jamie Olive tried and failed, I’m sure there have been any number of complaints by parents over the years about school meals, so maybe it is now up to the kids? Maybe there should be a site that’s about rating your school meals so the schools with the worst can be named and shamed? I do believe on the Neverseconds other children have been posting pictures of their own school meals, so perhaps this is a start of something. I do love this story (so much better than the usual political and depressing news we’re subjected to most days), and I wonder if the school will improve their meals because of it?!
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I come from a pretty liberal family so grew up with quite an open attitude towards my body. However, the changes it went through when I was pregnant sort of freaked me out. I struggled to look at myself in the mirror, or rather my growing belly, and where my breasts aren’t exactly small, I was quite embarrassed at how large they grew over 9 months. I loved the feel of my baby inside me, moving around, I just felt a little weird about my body becoming something else, having a different, very visible, purpose. Even though I assumed I would always breast feed my babies (I remember as a young child trying to breast feed my dolls after my mother had my little brother), I couldn’t think about the reality of it. My boobs were my boobs, and I couldn’t imagine them in the mouth of a little baby. Thankfully, the beauty of pregnancy hormones is they sort of stop you from thinking about the reality of childbirth and after, too much, so managed to bury my head on the whole breast feeding thing.
I had a conversation with my mother this morning and we were discussing Easter as we’re getting together for the day. She said something along the lines of “well obviously not too much of the chocolate stuff – I suppose for the kids if they get lots of eggs you’ll have to quickly hide them and eventually chuck them all away – it’s what we used to do with you”. Yes mum, it is what you used to do, so chocolate and sweets became a huge temptation for us and when I was allowed to go out by myself with my pocket money at 8/9 years old I started catching up on all the chocolate I missed out on to the point that I became a miserable chubby teenager.