I don’t have fond memories of school cafeteria lunches. There are two reasons for that. One, my mom packed my lunch most of the time, and two, when I did partake, it was pretty abysmal. There was one shining exception, however: the rolls.
To this day, I can practically smell and taste those soft, fluffy wonders.
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