I usually ate in the cafeteria (full meal cooked on-premises, with milk: 30¢), unless I saw something on the upcoming menu that didn’t appeal to me, such as the vile tacos that they always served with diced beets (one of my most hated veg) on the side. On those brown bag days, the sandwiches I most looked forward to were:

• Spit-roasted beef with mustard and relish.

• Peanut butter and red raspberry or boysenberry jam, to which I’d add a thick layer of BBQ potato chips.

• Mom’s delicious cold meatloaf with ketchup.