Serve You

Going to public school in South Louisiana, we were often faced with
the unique differences our location provided.
For instance, where most northern
schools allot a certain number of "snow days" per school years,
in Lake Charles, the school year was planned
to allow a few "flood days".  Snow wasn't ever
expected, but when it occurred schools closed nonetheless.
Another difference was cafeteria food.  When I went to school, we were
honor bound like all other school kids to despise and complain about the
cafeteria food. The problem was that the cafeteria was inevitably staffed by
a dedicated bunch of old cajun ladies who would whip up exquisite
gumbos, etouffees, creoles, red beans and rice, and dozens of other
brilliant local dishes. We of course gobbled all of this up at 65 cents a tray,
complaining every second, but returning for seconds faithfully.
Now we would all undoubtedly pay top dollar for a nostalgic taste, and
a few of us would winkingly gripe and moan just for old time's sake.