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Meet the Lunch Lady

Maverick chef Ann Cooper aims to spark a nationwide school-lunch revolution

By Tom Philpott
18 Jan 2007
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Even the most intractable pathology can disappear, sometimes relatively quickly. A sign above a water fountain proclaiming "no coloreds" would cause any American to flinch today. Just half a century ago throughout the South, such abominations formed a banal part of the built landscape.

Ann Cooper
Ann Cooper puts a fresh spin on school lunches.
Photo: Chronicle/Craig Lee

I got to thinking about deep-rooted problems and rapid change a few days ago while talking with Ann Cooper, a former star chef who now proudly styles herself a "renegade lunch lady." Cooper is on a mission to transform the nation's abysmal school-lunch system. I met her for a cup of coffee in Asheville, N.C., where she was promoting her new book Lunch Lessons: Changing the Way We Feed Our Children. After our conversation, I began to wonder if the idea of pumping kids full of flavorless, nutritionally suspect convenience food at school might soon become as socially unacceptable as Jim Crow-style racism.

Cooper has certainly taken on a daunting task. She currently serves as nutrition director of the Berkeley Unified School System, a 16-school, 9,000-student outfit in California. When she took the job in 2005, she found that the district's food-service system had completely retreated from actual cooking. "When I arrived, 100 percent of the food arrived in plastic, was reheated in plastic, and served to the kids in plastic," she says.

Overcoming an absurdly stringent budget and severely limited cooking infrastructure within school cafeterias, she has already eliminated what she calls "plastic food" and is now serving fresh, made-from-scratch meals. But she has no intention of stopping there. She would like to overthrow the logic that has made school cafeterias conduits through which convenience-food manufacturers reach children's impressionable palates.

That job won't be easy. Few school districts can afford to hire a skilled chef with a sterling resume (Culinary Institute of America, a celebrated run as executive chef at Vermont's Putney Inn) to oversee a cooking revolution. In fact, the Berkeley system can only afford to fund Cooper's salary through a three-year grant from the Chez Panisse Foundation.

Lunch Lessons, by  Ann Cooper and Lisa Holmes.
Lunch Lessons, by Ann Cooper and Lisa Holmes.
For less-lucky school districts, the situation is grave. As Cooper puts it in Lunch Lessons, "a full 78 percent of the schools in America do not actually meet the USDA's nutritional guidelines." It's no wonder, really: Cooper says school cafeterias have $2.40 per day to spend on each kid -- 70 percent of which goes to payroll and overhead. That leaves 72 cents to spend on ingredients.

Given those Dickensian financial constraints, it's also no wonder that over the last 30 years, schools have replaced trained cooks with de-skilled workers and abandoned cooking for reheating.

All in all, Cooper told me, the U.S. spends about $7 billion per year on school lunches -- roughly equal to a month's worth of military expenditures in Iraq [PDF].

The comparison is not merely rhetorical. As budget deficits mount and the president keeps escalating -- pardon me, augmenting -- the nation's commitments to the deadly sinkhole that has become Iraq, it's going to become harder and harder to find money to improve the dismal state of school lunches.

Penny Wise, Dollar Poor


Although money that could be boosting school-lunch budgets is now vainly being dumped into Iraq, defense planners once saw great value in childhood nutrition. In fact, Cooper reports, the school-lunch program grew out of national-security concerns.

According to Cooper, it started during World War II, when military planners discovered that widespread malnutrition among the nation's youth was hampering their ability to fight effectively. In the initial post-war decades, the school-lunch program worked pretty well, Cooper says. "There were actually real people cooking food from scratch in every public school in the country," she adds. "And no one thought about charging -- meals were free for every kid."

But economic crisis in the mid-1970s galvanized the backlash against New Deal programs that continues to grip U.S. politics to this day. As kitchen equipment installed in the 1940s and 1950s began to decay, Congress didn't allot money to replace it. Skilled cooks -- the "lunch ladies" Cooper harks back to -- reached retirement age, and their jobs went unfilled. School kitchens gradually turned into reheating centers staffed by button-pushers, not cooks, and school districts began to outsource food preparation to a booming convenience-food industry, which was just then discovering the wonders of high-fructose corn syrup and hydrogenated fat.

Fast-forward 30 years, and we've completed a vicious circle. If the school-lunch program started from an urgent need to counter rampant malnutrition, it now needs a complete overhaul to combat a new scourge: surging diabetes and obesity rates.

These are the trays.
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Cooper points to a recent finding by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention that among children born in 2000, one in three white kids and fully half of African Americans and Hispanics will develop diabetes in their lifetimes -- most before finishing high school. If present trends hold, these Americans will be the first in the nation's history not to live longer than their parents.

"Already, diet-related illnesses [in the U.S.] are costing $70 billion per year in health-care expenses" among adults and children, Cooper says. "When the current generation of kids enters adulthood, that number will explode."

All over the nation, grassroots efforts to reform school lunches are springing up, yet they remain severely constrained by the budget situation. That's why Cooper is turning her gaze to national politics.

Today Berkeley, Tomorrow the World


For 30 years, cutting costs has been the dominant goal of school food-service programs. But the pennies pinched in school cafeterias will likely seem paltry compared to the cost of treating tens of millions of chronically ill adults.

Thus Cooper would like to bring health and sustainability to the fore. She wants to see school lunches universally cooked from scratch with fresh and, when possible, local ingredients. And she believes strongly that the public sector, not parents, should pay.

"Kids don't just learn math and history and science at school," she says. "They also learn how to eat, how to take care of themselves. No parent expects to get a bill for math class. Why should they get a bill for lunch? Food needs to be seen as part of the curriculum."

Making that happen will require reinvestment in kitchen infrastructure and much higher annual budgets for the school-lunch program. To overcome the crushing inertia of U.S. politics and revive the school-lunch program, Cooper says, "We'll need to make children's health a key issue in the 2008 election."

How to make that happen in a political culture constrained by tax cuts and mounting war bills? "I've got to get myself on Oprah."

She's not joking. In the United Kingdom, where school lunches until recently were even worse than those in the U.S., chef Jamie Oliver put his considerable celebrity behind a successful push toward healthy, fresh food in schools. Oliver's highly publicized cajoling forced the government to boost the school-lunch budget by about 30 percent. No U.S. chef who emphasizes sustainability and health issues has anything close to Oliver's popular stature.

But Cooper, illuminated by Oprah's powerful media glow, could do something similar. If a Democrat gains the presidency in 2008, Cooper told me, she hopes to take a position in the administration as a kind of uber-Lunch Lady, from which vantage real reform could begin.

Can this chef-activist really change things nationwide? She has faced down challenges before. As a kid, she struggled academically, and eventually dropped out of high school in the early 1970s to pursue skiing opportunities in Telluride, Colo. ("Today, I'd almost certainly be diagnosed with dyslexia or ADD," she says.) Quickly finding herself penniless as a ski bum, she "did what any Jewish American Princess would do: I called my parents and begged for money." They declined, and Cooper sought work in the male-dominated restaurant world. Immediately, she fell in love with food.

Cooper shrugged off the chef profession's stifling machismo and established herself as an innovator in New American cuisine by the 1990s -- the trend that made local, seasonal, and organic key words in the high-end food world. She also shrugged off her lack of formal education and has authored four well-received books on food politics and culture.

Normally I don't place much faith in electoral politics, but Cooper's sheer force of personality made me believe she could use the system to make the change so desperately needed by an increasingly sick and overweight nation.

After more than an hour of intense conversation with the Lunch Lady, I needed some lunch myself. I chose a small restaurant in Asheville that specializes in local, seasonal food. I sat at the bar overlooking the kitchen, where a young woman chef, working at breakneck speed, ran the line all by herself. Clearly, someone hadn't shown up.

I reflected that not so long ago, Asheville had no restaurants focusing on local ingredients, and now it has several. Nor were there many female chefs, and here was one doing virtuosic work, and it didn't seem unusual.

Cooper blazed a trail for women in the restaurant world, and helped spark the local-food ethos that now grips high-end U.S. cooking. If I were a Kraft exec counting on school cafeterias for long-term profit, I'd be worried.

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Haunted

> We don't know about you, but we're
> still haunted by the "food" we were
> served in school

No, I am hardly "haunted." It occurred many years ago and I have since grown up and learned that my past need not control me.

Get over it already.

I am haunted

I remember my favorite thing to do was bury the spork in the mashed potatoes (or whatever) to get it to melt.

Thanks for this piece. Also note the stunning successes of the Appleton (WI) schools, where they have documented the benefits (behavior, performance) of real food for students.

Super Size Me...

Has a section profiling one school which bucked the trend of processed meals and now serves healthy, made from scratch food, and good ole' Morgan Spurlock says it costs about the same as the processed stuff..  

So what's the excuse for not changing again?

My daughters had to gag

down the lunches prepared by the Seattle school district. Just unreal what that bureaucracy trucked to the cafeterias for kids to eat. Even I couldn't stomach some of them and I'll eat just about anything.

In the end, it all comes down to biodiversity. Poison Darts--Protecting the biodiversity of our world
I hesitate to ask...

but what is the dish called  "Mexican Hat" that is mentioned in the intro to this article?

Lunches


   My lunches were simple and freshly prepared.  I have actually pleasant memories of them (Richmond, VA in the 1950's and 1960's).

   However I volunteered in a school in Boston in the 1970's and was disgusted when I went to see what the kids had to eat, frozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that had been under-thawed in a microwave oven.  And a piece of fruit and a carton of milk.

   It has always amazed me how the richest nation in the world can be so mean hearted when it comes to its own children.

   I wish Ann Cooper the best of luck, and thanks for the post and Tom for the interview!

patrick

Lunches

I recently started working part time as a lunch lady. I cannot believe some of the things that are served. Yogurt with lots of sugar, the same with some of the cereal. The cooks do try to add fresh produce and they do make many of the main dishes. The menu is made by the people in the head office and the amount of processed food offered has to do with budget. But even when the kids are offered fresh fruit, mixed salads and from scratch wheat rolls they tend to throw it out. Also the cooks can get in trouble by vearing from the set menu, say offering an apple instead of canned apple sauce. Another disturbing trend many new schools are not installing dishwashers and using all disposables to serve the kids.

Blue popsicles & mini powdered doughnuts

were what I ate for lunch nearly every day of high school, along with a Diet Coke. Oh, the irony.

Yes: children, when offered the choice between a chocolate doughnut and a green apple, will not always make the healthy choice.  Neither will most adults, for that matter.  But isn't it the job of parents, teachers, lawmakers, etc., to limit the choices that children have until they are old enough to make rational decisions (and to accept responsibility for the consequences of those decisions)?  Give your average kid the choice between two hours of mindless TV and doing homework and I'm willing to bet that TV wins out every time.

I'm guessing that if blue popsicles and mini doughnuts were not offered in my high school cafeteria, I would have found something else to eat; likely the least healthy of the available options, but even a slice of pizza every day would have been better than the all-high-fructose-corn-syrup diet.

Mmm ... Mexican Hat

That would be a slice of fried bologna with a scoop of mashed potatoes on top.

My sister, who went to a different school, remembers it too. "Why even fry it?" she wrote to me. "Because a 'hot meal' is more nutritious than a slab of baloney on a plate?"

But then she admitted: "I liked the way it cupped up. Plus, it was always served with these unbelievably heavy mashed potatoes which were also deliciously unlike anything we had at home."

Delicious and "nutritious."

"Mexican Hat"

Right, Roz, I am similarly mystified.

Mexican Hat is the name of a town, more like a crossroads, in southeastern Utah, on a popular tourist itinerary between Cortez, CO, near the fantastic Mesa Verde National Park, and the Navajo and Hopi Reservations in northeastern Arizona (well, the Navajo Res. sprawls into UT, AZ and NM), and onward to the fantastic and, needless to say, much better known Grand Canyon National Park.  Mexican Hat is apparently a decent jumping-off point for visiting Monument Valley, background to countless Hollywood Westerns.

Not impossibly, some culinary delight was concocted there, once upon a time, which found favor with tourists stopping at a particular luncheon spot, and which in my long life I have somehow missed out on.

Otherwise: "Mexican Hat" may be the naive invention of some Anglo school chef, involving some sort of mess of beans and ground meat, with who knows what else, mixed vegetables, rice, whatever, and a bit on the "picante" side, but not too much.  And the cultural pluralism angle, the "It's a Small World After All" angle, would be, this is the banquet that the Mexicans make when they have their "Mexican Hat Dance" fiestas.

But the latter suggestion is way too cynical, and surely cannot be correct. : (

Chickens deserve our true friendship! So do fish! So do other sentient beings! Let us learn to be kind.

Wow...

Fried balony and mashed potatoes? Yeech! That said, I have many happy memories of doing "The Mexican Hat Dance" in elementary school in the mid-1960's, where we would dance wildly in a circle around a small object (an eraser?) placed on the floor where the "Mexican Hat" would theoretically have been and the teacher would play the 45 record while all of our dancing made the needle skip. That and the Virgina Reel. It prepared me for all the Contra-Contra Contradances later in life (i.e., contradances to raise money to fight the Contras, if I remember correctly.)

I knew it, I knew it...

Why did you have to ask? Why?

If I have nightmares tonight of being smothered by dripping bologna grease while being pelted by dense mashed potatoes, I know who to blame.

I remember

peanut butter that smelled like tobacco, milk that was always going sour, rubber hamburgers, tuna pea wiggle (oh my god!) on saltine crackers, canned beets (that I never ate but that totally turned me off beets until I finally dared to taste some from a friend's garden about ten years ago (totally different, I grow them now, too), and vats of ketchup to pour over everything. We need to encourage school gardens kids plant and maintain and eat from. There are programs that do this. I don't think they allow blue popsicles (I used to love them!) or powdered donuts anymore.

mexican hat

Ew, I mean seriously, that recipe gives me the shivers.... and I love mashed potatoes. But, ew.  I assumed the recipe was something that looked like a sombrero, but I guess I was thinking of a tower of tortilla chips and salsa or something. (Well, I hesitate to admit that the first thing I thought of was a Mexican Mr. Hat, Mr. Garrison's hand puppet on South Park, complete with cheesy handlebar mustache and requisite sombrero. But, I digress).

I'm thinking even blue popsicles and doughnuts are healthier than Mexican hat.

Tuna pea wiggle??  Nightmares, indeed!

Having grown up in a town that was a) heavily Roman Catholic and b) a commercial fishing town, tuna sandwiches were on the menu nearly every day, as were fishsticks (Gorton's of Gloucester, naturally) and only fish was served on Fridays.  To this day, I detest tuna and I don't like the rest of the sea's offerings much better.

A measured defense of fried bologna

My dad used to fry bologna for me when I was a kid--in butter, to his credit, not the margarine that was so much in vogue in that time. It was sort of ... good. Not that I'm recommending it for school lunches -- or defending mega-producers of industrial bologna like Hormel.

But if someone were to apply traditional bologna-making techniques to meat from pastured hogs, and then someone else were to fry a few slices of the product in some thoughtfully made butter, and that person were to eat it mindfully, as part of a modest week's ration of meat, well, that fried bologna wouldn't be so bad.

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Oops

I meant "a week's modest ration of meat," not "a modest week's ration of meat."

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Hmmmm

I guess I always think of bologna as such plastic food.  Totally fake, like those "cheese food" slices that are individually wrapped in plastic.

Now, if someone suggested my own fabulous garlic-basil mashed potatoes (thoughtfully produced from local, organic garlic, basil & Yukon gold spuds), piled on top of a local, pastured, homemade sausage patty (perhaps like the fabulous sausage I had at Sunny Point Bakery over the Christmas holidays) then I might say... Yum.

But it stills needs a salad or some veggie soup to be considered a decent lunch.

Getting old...


   Turning my wayback machine to that era, I remember sloppie joes, and homemade pizza that was amazingly thick and full of stuff, as well as all sorts of vegetable concoctions that had lots of different names.

   Gourmet, not!!!  Nutricious?  Not perfectly, but cheap and sometimes hot.  

   Even the bologna and mashed potatoes doesn't sound so bad (compared to partially defrosted peanut butter sandwiches, turned out the brother of a school board member had the contract, I seem to recall he went to jail for it, as well he might!).

   Given kids eating habits, I would settle for something with moderate amounts of fat and sugar, rather than perfect nutrition, and of course, the presence of a veggie option (grin).

   Certainly freshly cooked is best.  Simple is okay.  Nag the kids to eat it (just like home!).

   There are two problems.  One is the tendency to have mass produced school lunches (I am voting clearly in favor of local on this one!), and the other is the tendency to spend as little as possible.

    Shame on a nation that is too cheap to feed its school children decently!!  Really, this should be considered a moral outrage!  Sigh.

patrick

sloppy joes

Patrick, I have no idea if they would have this in China (or if you would want to eat such a thing), but Fantastic Foods makes a vegan sloppy joe mix to which you just add, i think, a can of tomato paste and some water.  I really like it, as such tings go, although I admit I always thought the idea of something that messy served as a sandwich was suboptimal. :)

Thanks Willa!


  In the East of Beijing, they have more stores with foreign foods, but I suspect this is unlikely to be included (I have never seen tomato paste, actually, though it could be out there somewhere!) (Chinese prefer their vegetables fresh, not canned.).

  I will look for that next time I am in the states.

  My current simple messie sandwich cooks like this.  Chop up some zuchs, onions, green peppers and mushrooms, stir fry them in spicy hot sauce, drain the fluid, then dump the mess on a sub roll slathered with mustard.

  Alas, I will confess I rarely cook here.  I can eat fresh noodles and veggies for about 50 cents, and at that price, even on my salary, it is too easy to eat out!!! (or get something to go).

  I do fondly remember the company Fantastic Foods from when I lived in the states, I ate a number of their products.

  And speaking of vegan, I will repost it here (I really really loved their site!).

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/24/dining/24vega.html?page...

http://theppk.com/shows/

  The main thing I miss is middle eastern food (Beijing has some, but it is far away from me) and maybe bagels (which I love, but don't love me (they sit on my waist)).

  I do love a sloppy sandwich, though!

patrick

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