Oooo, my days of packed lunches spanned around three weeks in 1990. I was a very fussy child according to my mother. I liked cucumber, carrot bits and tiny bits of cheese. The school recommended packed lunch as I refused point blank to eat any of the school lunch. Those manky green trays were enough to set me off.
So my mother did her best... a white, plasticky bread, few globs of butter where she'd been too annoyed to spread it, one slice of wet, slimy plastic ham, all squashed together and cut any old way. I might have got a penguin, and crisps. No fruit, I might have eaten that. This all went in the box with a flask of blackcurrant squash that leaked so I got squash and butter flavoured sandwiches.
Funnily enough, sandwiches still give me the creeps today. I'd have loved a brown sandwich, with something dryish in it, water, plain yoghurt and an apple.
My dc get fruit, a carb, some protein, yoghurt, a handful of crisps and a tiny chocolate. They have school lunch and seem to enjoy it so I don't have to do it often.