
During dinner, we had a lively conversation about our childhoods and spent a fair amount of time reminiscing about school lunch. Mona and Jens used to buy lunch, whereas Jason brought lunch every day. I had a mix of the two approaches. I shared with them my favorite lunchtime memory - when my wonderful and generous dad would give me $2 (an extra 75 cents more than the basic lunch fee), I would splurge on a chipwich or snickers ice cream bar. Mmmmm. I haven't eaten either of those since learning how to read nutrition labels in home economics in middle school. But every time I see one of those frozen treats, I feel nostalgic. Of course, everyone at dinner teased me about my love for food but what can I say, I love food. And I love my dad for making my sandwiches the morning of, and putting the tomatoes in a separate container so my bread wouldn't get soggy. And for the extra 75 cents he treated me to.
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