I have fond memories of school dinners which, for the most part, were delicious. We had no choice but to eat what was provided. If it was something you didn't like, you still had to have a 'small' helping. The only thing I never learned to love was semolina pudding.
At primary school I remember being asked to bring in a cup full of blackberries on a Monday morning. Everyone did the same and by lunch time a delicious, freshly made blackberry and apple pie, crumble or summer pudding would appear for dessert.
All the food was prepared every day on the premises by our wonderful dinner ladies who were under the control of our formidable 'domestic bursar'. We were all petrified of her, but she was extremely good at her job. I saw her at a school reunion when, aged in her 90's, she did not seem scary at all, and was thrilled when I told her how fondly I recalled her school meals.
We also had to help with clearing and fetching food to the table which would then be served by one of our teachers who would eat with us, and I can't remember anyone being overweight. What has gone wrong, I wonder?