I remember "Russian Salad" . . . .
Direct from the Gulag to my plate . . . .
School meals were a nightmare.
ppeat - in the interests of science, I have recently re-tried Spam (not in the legal sense - I mean that I bought a tin and tried it. Again> After 50 years.)
Anyhooooo
It was awful. I don't know how ate those fritters.
All I can think is that in the tasteless desert of school dinners, there arrived a fried delight, rich in lard and batter; among the uniform grey food, a bright orange and pink extravaganza; among the cold, slimey mush, a crunchy-ish foodstuff that burned the skin off your lips as you ate it!
No wonder we went wild! Deprived of any sensory delights at all, SPAM seemed the answer to our girlish dreams.
In retrospect, it is indeed FILTH.
Another icon shattered.