We are almost a week into the summer holidays, which means we’ve had enough time and distance from school to speak of this. And look, I’m not trying to be dramatic but this might be DEFCON 1.

WE ARE STARING DOWN THE BARREL OF PACKED LUNCHES. 

If you aren’t caught up, I refer to Avery’s school as the Ottolenghi School of Kachumber Salad. You can read why here.

This is a whole saga, with multiple parts so, you’re going to have to get up to speed if you’re new around here.

START HERE: what happened when I went to eat lunch with Avery at school; it was illuminating.

NEXT: find out what I did as a result of that interaction.

What Happened When I Went to Eat Lunch With My Kid At School
Surely he’ll eat the pasta, right?
So Your Kid Isn’t Eating School Lunch, Now What?
Taking a step back to go forwards
If It Seems Like My Kid’s School Lunch Is An Ottolenghi Feast, It’s Because It Is.
Kachumber salad, kids?

All up to speed? Great.

I thought that was the end of that, until about three weeks before the end of term, A started telling me he didn’t want to go to school because of something that was happening at lunch. Here’s what was happening. And here’s what I did.

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