Produced by Gary Drevitch
We're new to summer day camp in the city, but Small Fellow's first experience is teaching us how times have changed: In FD's day, he'd take a peanut-butter sandwich (on pumpernickel) in his King Kong or Six Million Dollar Man metal lunchbox. Today, that would get FD sent home on two counts: First, the peanut butter, which has been banned from many day camps because of the allergy risk for other campers, and, second, the metal lunchbox itself. Fellow's camp doesn't put it in writing, but other neighborhood camps do explicitly require soft padded lunch sacks. The authors of the forthcoming book, "Lunchbox: Inside and Out," date the banning of metal lunchboxes to the late 1980s, when schools began to see them as potential weapons. As a child, FD never considered using his box as a weapon, but often fantasized about his Adam-12 lunchbox taking a bullet for him. (And if we can pretend for a moment that this is one of them 70s nostalgia blogs, don't you have to love a cop show whose iconic moment, immortalized on its lunchbox for all time, is the kid who got his head stuck in the bars of a metal fence? As we recall, that's about as dangerous as it got for Kent McCord and company.)
(PS on the peanut-butter ban: We've been pleasantly surprised by the taste, texture and affordability of our PB substitute of choice, Trader Joe's Roasted Soybean Butter. Ask for it by name, but only if you're in a Trader Joe's, because that's the only place you'll find it.)
FOR THEM, A HAPPY MEAL IS ANY MEAL WITHOUT YOUR KIDS
If you're in the Rochester, NY area looking for lunch with the kids, and imagine that the restaurant up ahead must be family-friendly - after all, it's called "The Village Pig" - don't be fooled. Just keep on driving.
August 2, 2004 | Permalink |
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