True story. Third grade, public school in a progressive (beach) neighborhood. 1963. School lunch, we were served fried ants. Just a dry pile of little black crunchies. It was supposed to be good for us. This was back in the day when you had to clean your plate, but this 7 y/o refused to eat it and got in trouble. Too bad, but in the trash they went.
My dad was called to the school to discuss my behavior. I don't know what was said, but they never served them again.
