UN week

It’s UN week which means many of the schools do international lunches.  My youngest son has had a different country each day at his school.  Yesterday it was the Balkans with some sort of goulash. Earlier this week it was pasta with Italy.  He tells me he’s waiting for America because last year they got pulled pork.
My oldest son’s school is doing “The Deep South.” He says they had Texas Chili and yesterday they were supposed to have fried chicken but he said it was nothing like American fried chicken.  “It was just regular chicken and rice!”
I said, “well at least they meant well.”