Back when I was about ten
I was lucky enough to go on a football training camp in France with a couple of mates and assorted kids from all over northern France. What could be better than spending a week kicking a footie around and generally mucking about away from parents' eyes? Well one thing that could have been better would have been not having boiled tongue served up for dinner. I have nothing against (insert obvious jokes here) tongue done well but this was a slab of grey brown furry Gallic hate on a plate with nothing but a glass of lukewarm 'orange' squash for company. In a room of about a hundred kids I didn't see one person do anything with the tongue except stroke the bristle back and forth with their knives.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Mon 30 May 2011, 15:14, 2 replies)

We had that at school
When I was a kid over there. While not a picky eater, that was one thing I refused to touch and I wasn't the only one; whenever it hit the table, a lot of the kids would hold up their plates and offer it to trade with whatever other lunchtime treats weren't wanted by the fans of that nasty, bumpy denseness.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Mon 30 May 2011, 18:07, closed)

It did create a strange sort of unity amongst the kids...
a mass refusal to give in to the catering 'man'. I feel for you, once was enough for me.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Mon 30 May 2011, 22:31, closed)