I actually loved school lunch

As I was walking to the metro this morning, I got a whiff from a hotel or something of lunch cooking already. It made me happy because it smelled exactly like the elementary school used to smell every morning when I got to school. By then the cooks had already long since started on lunch, and rest assured porky little Ginger was always interested in her next meal. It smelled so cozy and warm (except wieners and kraut day, that shiz reeked). I miss the feeling I got from that, especially on rainy days.