A Glimpse Into a School Lunchroom in France

When my husband and I first moved to Paris, I spent some time substitute teaching while I figured out what I was going to do with the new life I found myself in. I'll never forget how I dreaded being on lunchtime supervision because I saw that fish was on the menu that day. I had been a teacher for long enough to know that there were going to be a lot of elementary school kids plugging their noses and telling me they didn't like fish. This was going to be a long supervision period. Those kids proved me so wrong that I was left in disbelief. They were actually asking for seconds, and I was the only one scrunching up my nose. That was my first encounter with French kids eating whatever is put in front of them. Fast forward to a few years later, and I was living in the south of France with two kids of my own. My mom had flown in to help out when my second daughter was born because being a mom to two kids under 2 was something that would take a little getting used to. "She won't eat any vegetables," I complained to my mom as I tried with all my might to get my nearly-2-year-old to eat her dinner. My daughter is French by birth, but not by blood; maybe that's why the "French kids eat everything" gene hadn't quite kicked in yet. My mom told me I needed to be firm and not give her any other options. She was going to show me how it was done -- she hadn't yet realized how determined her granddaughter could be. After seeing my mom, a professional grandmother by now, struggle...
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