When my husband and I first moved to Paris I spent some time substitute teaching while I figured out what I was going to do with the new life I found myself in.

I’ll never forget dreading the fact that I was on lunchtime supervision because I saw that fish was on the menu that day.  I had been a teacher for long enough to know that there was going to be a lot of elementary school kids plugging their noses and telling me they didn’t like fish.  This was going to be a long supervision period.

Those kids proved me so wrong that I was left in disbelief.  They were actually asking for seconds, and I was the only one scrunching up my nose.

That was my first encounter with French kids eating whatever is put in front of them.

Fast forward a few years later and I was living in the South of France with two kids of my own.  My Mom had flown in to help out when my second daughter was born because being a Mom to two kids under 2 years was something that would take a little getting used to.

“She won’t eat any vegetables.” I complained to my Mom as I tried with all my might to get my nearly 2 year old to eat her dinner.  My daughter is French by birth, but not by blood; maybe that’s why the ‘French kids eat everything’ gene hadn’t quite kicked in yet.

My Mom told me I needed to be firm and not give her any other options.  She was going to show me how it was done.  But she hadn’t yet realized how determined her grand-daughter could be.  After seeing my Mom, a professional grandmother by now, struggle to get her most headstrong grandchild to eat her vegetables, I gave her a little incentive.

I was so sure my daughter wouldn’t eat her veggies that I half jokingly offered my Mom €300 if she could get my daughter to eat green beans by the end of her month long visit. My Mom’s smile and glimmer in her eye let me know she was up for the challenge.

I wish I could tell you that she left France with a beautiful new pair of leather boots that I paid for, but sadly there were no beans eaten on that visit.

A year later when my daughter started school, I wondered how she would ever survive.  Unlike the schools in North America, French kids are not allowed to bring a lunch from home.  All kids eat whatever they are served in the canteen.

My child would starve, I was sure of it.

Each week I would head over to the bulletin board posted outside the school and check what they were eating for lunch.  There wasn’t a burger and fries or chicken finger to be seen on the list.  The menu always resembled that of some very nice French restaurants that my husband and I would frequent for date nights.

I would find myself trying to decode what the kids were having for lunch throughout the week: épinard momay, rôti de dinde sauce louisianne, poelee brocolis-champignons, julienne de chou-fleur.  It all sounded so fancy.  Was Julia Child working in the kitchen?  How were they serving this to 3 year olds? Did they have a magic wand to get these kids to eat this very grown up list of food?

Whenever I would come across the ladies that worked in the lunchroom, I would stare in disbelief as they would tell me what a good eater my daughter was.  Were they sure they had the right kid?  Because mine would barely touch a vegetable at home.  Yet, she wasn’t coming home hungry, so she must have been eating something.

When the opportunity arose for me to visit the lunch room, I jumped on it.  Partially because I was intrigued, but mostly because I wanted to see my daughter eating veal and a side of broccoli with my own eyes.

I spent one week in the canteen of my daughters’ school during lunchtime, but I had already been reading the weekly menu for months.  Each week there was an array of salads, seasonal vegetables, meats, fish cooked in different sauces and of course, deserts.  The menu changed weekly but the constant was that the meals were always fresh, well balanced and in my mind, quite ‘grown up’ for 3 year olds.

So what did I learn during my time in the school lunch room?

Each day the table is set for them, just like you would if you were having guests for dinner.  There’s no plastic cutlery or non-breakable plates.  These 3 year olds use grown up plates and cutlery, just like their teachers.  The kids are served their meal at the table, not buffet style.  This is France after all, where the gastronomic meal is protected as a UNESCO intangible world heritage item.  There’s no messing around when it comes to the French and eating.

All the kids ate what was served, and there is no food brought from home.  Each day at lunch there was a 3 course meal; no exceptions.  The kids came into the lunchroom and sat politely using their manners, just like little adults.  They were always offered seconds when they were done a course, and not forced to eat something they didn’t like; yet always encouraged to try it.  Not liking something didn’t happened often though.  Since they don’t have a morning snack, their appetites were usually quite good by lunch, which was evident from how they cleared their plates.  However, if someone didn’t like something there wasn’t a fuss made, their plate was cleared, and the next course was served.

Parents pay €2.60 for their child’s three course lunch.  I was starting to think maybe I could swing by for lunch sometime, because I couldn’t get anything nearly that good for €2.60 anywhere else!

Monday

Pamplemousse

Rôti de boeuf

Purée crécy

Yaourt bifidus vanille

Loosely and unglamorously translated by me: Grapefruit, roast beef, puree of potato and carrots, pro-biotic yogurt

Tuesday

Blé en salade

Cordon blue de dinde

Salsifis sasuce poulette

Cantal

Pomme

Loosely and unglamorously translated by me: Wheat/grain salad, turkey condon blue,  oyster plant(salsify) with white sauce, cantal cheese and apple

Wednesday

French kids only go to school for half the day on Wednesdays, so there is no school lunch.

Thursday

Taboulé

Sauté de porc aux pruneaux

Haricots verts

Emmental

Tarte aux pommes

Loosely and unglamorously translated by me: Tabbouleh, sauteed pork with prunes, green beans, emmental cheese, apple tart

Friday

Potage

Courgettes à la niçoise

Omelette au fromage

Banane

Loosely and unglamorously translated by me: soup, zucchini with tomatoes and olives, cheese omelet, banana

So there you have it.  My eyes have been opened and I am amazed by the what the French public school system does daily at noon.  It’s no wonder French kids can be seen in very nice restaurants on their best behaviour, eating whatever is giving to them.  It’s expected of them at a very early age, so it’s just normal for them.

Well done France.

Now, if only that French magic would cross over to our dinner table at home.